More Than Desire You – More Than Words Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 98112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
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And I gape mutely.

She’s like a fucking buffet spread out before me. If I thought Corinne was beautiful before, that’s nothing compared to the way she fascinates me now. She’s plump and ripe. A neat dusting of hair and clenched thighs hide her secrets from me. I need to know them all. I’ll keep at her until each and every one of them is mine.

“Spread your legs.”

She hesitates. I bite back impatience and scramble for a nicer way to insist she give me the most sensitive, female part of her body. Finally, Corinne bends her knees, settling her feet flat on the mattress, and slowly opens herself like the petals of a flower at first bloom.

My legs turn weak.

“Princess…” I whisper raggedly.

“Do something. I feel so naked. My heart is pounding…” She lifts a shaking hand to her rising-and-falling chest.

“You’re not the only one who’s naked.” I don’t merely mean physically, but admitting that makes me feel too exposed. It’s much less daunting to drop my pants and stalk toward her, not wearing a stitch.

Her stare drops to my cock. She freezes, blinks, then looks back up at me. “No wonder you have a reputation as a manwhore.”

“Don’t bring anyone else into the bedroom with us.” I lower my hands on either side of her body and hover above her. “Tonight isn’t about anything except you and me and the desire we feel.”

“You’re right. I’m a lot less nervous when you’re kissing me.”

Does she understand what she’s inviting? “The second I get on top of you, I’m going to single-mindedly do whatever it takes to make you beg for me.”

“Isn’t it clear that I’m already begging?”

A fresh wave of lust roars through me, making me sweat. “You said you wanted your first time to be special. I’m trying to go slow, be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to hold back. You’ll still make me feel good, right?”

Swallowing back a groan, I nod. “You have no idea.”

“Then show me.” Her fingers part her folds, drag through her slick sex, and touch her sensitive bud with a gasp. “My whole body is on fire. I’ve never wanted anything this badly.”

I’ve never wanted anything—anyone—this badly, either.

With the part of my brain still thinking responsibly, I dip into my pants pocket to retrieve the handful of condoms I keep stashed there for an emergency. I toss them on the bed above her head, then grab the hand between her legs, climb on top of her, and suck her fingers into my mouth.

Her flavor explodes on my tongue—raw and tart with a hint of sweet. That smell I’ve scented on her since our first meeting is dizzyingly strong here. Everything about her makes me hungry and out of control.

With a growl, I lie on top of her, slant my mouth over hers, and kiss her until neither of us can breathe. Fuck, I can’t get close enough. I can’t touch her enough. I’m goddamn melting.

Settling my hips into the cradle of her thighs, I grip her. It takes all my restraint not to drive myself inside her, protection be damned, and take her bare and raw, the way I’ve never taken any woman.

I don’t. Instead, I set about giving her the pleasure she’s asked for, drifting my lips across her jaw, where I nip on her lobe and make her shudder, before kissing my way down her neck. Then I slide my parted lips over the outside curve of her breast. My hand follows, taking hold of her and squeezing. Her nipple fills my hovering mouth.

“Xavian.” Corinne shudders under me, digging her fingers into my hair to keep me at her breast.

I’m only too happy to oblige, licking and nipping, pinching and lapping at the hard tip until her breathing is out of control.

Fuck, she smells like a fantasy, like those panties I shoved to my nose as I masturbated to thoughts of her last night. But being this close to Corinne… Any satisfaction I achieved at my own hand is gone. All I want is to inhale her and experience her. To feel her close around me and know, in that moment, that she’s all mine.

I lift my head just long enough to get my mouth around her other nipple. It’s every bit as hard as the first. As I suck her in, she lets out a moan. Then I inhale her scent again. My head starts to float away. She’s like the headiest of drugs. I need another hit.

My free hand torments her other breast, its turgid tip still wet from my ministrations. The evidence that I’ve defiled her drives a primal urge inside me. I need to put my stamp on her somehow. I have to leave my mark. I want her to take a shower in the morning and still see me on her body. I want her to feel me there. I want her to want me again.


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