Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I moan, my core clenching as heat rolls through me in a massive wave. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a filthy mouth for a virgin?"
"Never used it on anyone but you." He nips my bottom lip and my entire body aches. Good lord. Every time he touches me, every single kiss sets me ablaze. "And just so we're clear, I can't fucking wait to use it on you, Madeline. Repeatedly."
"Maybe we should get to that part then," I groan, clinging to his shoulders.
"Do you want to see the house first?"
"Saw it. Love it. Don't care to see the rest of it right now, Whitlock," I growl, sliding my hands into his hair to tug the overly long strands like I've wanted to do all night. "There are other things I want to see more."
"Yeah?" He smirks at me. "Like what, unicorn?"
"Your tuxedo on your bedroom floor."
"Goddamn," he growls, heat flaring in his eyes before he swoops, crashing his mouth down on mine. "I fucking love how brave you are, baby."
Brave, hell. I feel like I might vibrate apart at the seams with anxiety. Three thousand competing fears battle for dominance in my head. What if I'm terrible at this? What if he hates my body? What if it hurts? What if we have sex, and he kicks me out of here? What if we're both terrible at this, and it's awful, and we never speak again?
But I want this—I want him. So freaking badly I can't stand it. My body physically hurts from desire. I've never felt anything like it. If being a little bit brave means I get to touch him—on purpose this time—then I'll do it, dammit.
He makes me feel safe enough to do it. All night, I've felt safe with him, like it's okay just to be Madeline. He's been real with me, and I've been real with him. And it's been beautiful, messy, and perfect in a way that I've never experienced before now.
I want more of that. Enough to smother my fears. Enough to stifle my anxieties. Enough to be here right now, in his arms, slowly freaking falling for him—theft, trauma, theft shrine, spite mansion, and all.
He carries me toward the stairs with me wrapped around him…wrapped up in him. I'm freaking lost in his arms, kissing him like I can't stop myself. I don't see a bit of the house. All I see is him. All I feel is his hands on my body as he practically races up the stairs with me in his arms, his mouth still moving against mine.
He trips at the top, and we go sprawling across the freaking runner at the top.
"Oops." I giggle, my head cradled against his chest.
"At least I didn't fall down the goddamn things this time," he mutters, hauling me up toward his mouth again. "Are you okay?"
"Perfect," I promise, straddling his hips.
"Good." He drags me back down for another kiss before planting his hands on my ass to squeeze and knead my cheeks.
I moan, rocking against him. His erection hits the perfect spot, and sparks of electricity shoot through my body.
"Fuck." He bucks his hips into mine. His hands slide up my sides, his thumbs grazing the sides of my breasts through the soft fleece of my unicorn onesie.
I shiver and moan, rocking my hips harder against the hard ridge of his erection.
"That's it, baby," he growls, his eyes locked on my face. "Grind on my dick just like that. Get yourself nice and worked up for me."
"Drake," I whimper as he plays with my nipples through the fabric. They tighten into aching points, desperate for more of his touch.
"I'm going to strip this costume off you," he rumbles, pinching and tugging. "Lay you out naked right here. Spread your thighs wide and lick that sweet little pussy until you're gushing all over my tongue."
I moan wantonly, the image sending molten lava gushing through my veins. The fleece between my legs is drenched, the fabric providing delicious friction as I continue to rock and grind against him.
"Please," I beg. "I need you, Drake. I'm so empty."
In a swift, smooth move, he flips me onto my back beneath him, caging me in with his massive body. Anticipation and need crackle through my body as his heated gaze rakes over me.
"I'm going to unwrap you like a goddamn Halloween treat," he rumbles, his deep voice husky with want.
I laugh softly, more than willing to let him overdose on me tonight. He told me outside of Ms. Viola's that he didn't need candy when he could eat me. I guess he's going to get his wish.
His hands find the hidden zipper at my throat and tug, dragging it slowly down the front of my body. Cool air kisses my skin as he peels the fluffy unicorn costume open, baring me to his eyes inch by delicious inch.