Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
How delicious I am.
How he can’t wait to fill me.
To feel me throbbing around him.
How he owns me. Completely.
And in that moment, he does.
But I fight the sensation—I’m not sure I can do this standing up, my legs shackled by my underwear, my body weak and shaky.
“Oh, God, Fin, please. I can’t. Not like this.”
“Stop wriggling.” His teeth are a sudden reprimand, pressed to my thigh.
“Oh!” The smarting throb seems to fall in time with the desperate beat of my body as Fin slides my underwear the rest of the way down my legs.
“Or I won’t let you come until I’m inside.”
“I don’t think you’ll be able to stop me.”
His attention flicks up, humor and wickedness shining there. I smile, hoping it doesn’t look too wobbly. This right here, good sex and connection, laughter when you least expect it. It could be real. If only I could trust it.
The moment breaks as Fin takes my ankle, sliding the scrap of abused lace from my foot. He discards it behind him somewhere but doesn’t lower my foot again. Instead, he lifts it to a leather box that wasn’t in the hallway last time I checked.
He slides my dress out of the way as he presses my thigh open. I feel so deliciously exposed. Powerful somehow.
“So fucking pretty.” His gaze lifts, but not his head. “I’m going to destroy you, Mila. Fuck you so well that I’ll ruin you.”
“Do it,” I whisper, my breath taut, aching. I want him so much, I shake with it. Every second of tonight has built to this. Our final night together before tomorrow, when we’ll leave behind this perfect messy moment of us. It’s the way it must be. The adult thing to do. We’re just too different. Too separate. We’re no dream come true.
“There will be no other men for you.” His eyes catch mine, and he watches my expression as he drives two fingers between my legs, the motion slow and rhythmic, illuminating just how wet I am. I arch as his head lowers, and as his mouth meets my pussy, he sucks my swollen clit between his lips.
Tomorrow, I’ll be back in London, worrying about my life and my choices. So tonight, I’ll just switch off my brain and revel in this.
His mouth meets my pussy again, the vibration of his groan vibrating to my bones as he presses his tongue to my clit, painting a wet stripe across it.
“Oh! Fin . . .”
He begins to feast on me—there are no tentative tastings or licks as he devours me, piece by piece.
“That’s it—you make those fucking noises for me,” he says as his lashes flutter closed, and his tongue licks into me like I’m a pudding bowl.
My hands scrabble for purchase, the wall, then his shoulders, using them as leverage to move my hips. To fuck his face. I’m writhing and desperate as Fin takes ownership of my body. Licking and swirling, lapping and sucking, he peels me apart with his tongue until I’m begging for more. Which he gives. And gives. Until it all feels too much. Until I’m bursting from my skin.
I make to move my leg, not sure I can stand it, or even just stand, when his hand tightens on my thigh, pressing it back.
“Open your legs. Open your fucking legs right now.”
My reaction to his command is visceral, my body throbbing and twisting with need. I shouldn’t be turned on, not at the rasp in his tone or his command. But I can’t help it. I can’t help but give in. I spread my knees wider and beg him with my body and my words.
With a grunt, he drives two fingers deep inside me, aiding this spiral of pleasure. A brush of his stubbled chin and the barest threat of his teeth draw me higher and higher until I’m fit to burst from my skin.
“Yes, come for me, Mila. Come for me as I suck on this clit.”
I cry out, my hips arching away from the wall for the last time.
“That’s it, beautiful. Come on my fucking tongue.” He slides his hand behind me, pulling me to his face, where he just . . . inhales me.
My whole body twitches—like I’m suffering a seizure. I press the back of my hand to my mouth, my throat hoarse thanks to his torturous assault and an orgasm that seems unending.
Fin
I tilt my head to take in all this loveliness. The rounds of her pale hips marked red by my hands. Her head tilted skyward, her eyes closed, her hair tumbling around her shoulders. Her nipples pink and hard, her chest rising and falling as though she’s been running.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me.” As I press my lips to the soft pout of her inner thigh, Mila tilts her head, committing my kiss to memory. The slide of my hands to the past.