Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 128413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Then he kissed his way across her cheek and whispered in her ear. “The necklace would be for when you’re in public. In private, I might just put a collar on you and have you wear that and nothing else.”
Auden’s entire being felt as if it was liquid. She ached, but she didn’t know for what.
“Shh.” Another kiss, his hand cupping her breast—but being careful not to brush her nipple. “Does this hurt?”
“N-no,” she gasped out. “But my…nipple. I think it’s too tender.” There was no awkwardness in admitting that, in referring obliquely to the reason why her breasts ached and her nipple was unbearably tender. Because it was Remi. Her Remi.
“There you go, being my good girl again.” A nuzzle, a stroke of her hip that was so affectionate her eyes burned. “I know what you need.”
Removing the rough warmth of his hand from her breast and throat, he said, “Offer your breast to me.”
Desperate to have him come back, she cupped her breasts as she’d done before, and said, “Please.”
His pupils expanded and then he was dipping his head and all that dark hair was brushing over her sensitized skin as he gently—so gently—suckled a wet kiss to the underside of her hypersensitive breast. The heat, the wet, it was everything and it was too much.
She cried out.
Just as Remi inserted his hand into her pants and nudged up with his knuckles.
Her thighs clamped around his hand, her hands tight in his hair, her body and mind flying apart in a surge of pleasure as primal as the man who’d given it to her.
The last thing she remembered hearing before she lost her senses was Remi’s growl in her ear. “Oh, you’re going to be one hell of a playmate. I can’t wait to have my mouth on your pussy…and your pretty, pretty mouth on my cock.”
Auden’s brain exploded.
Chapter 40
Henry will one day understand that I did him a favor. Auden was never suitable to take over his position as head of the Jackson family. Had the biograft succeeded, he’d have ended up with a child with an active ability; the graft was designed to expand her neural pathways and trigger a large-scale psychic expansion outside of her passive main ability.
I had hoped for a significant Gradient increase in her already-existing basic Tp. It seemed to me that “stretching” Auden’s mind to make her more powerful had a higher chance of success than attempting to trigger a wholly new ability. That the endeavor failed has cost Henry nothing—Auden was already a useless part of his genetic legacy. He can no doubt create another child soon enough.
—Shoshanna Scott’s private notes (20 February 2076)
AUDEN SWAM TO consciousness with the awareness that someone was stroking her breast to hip and back again with a lazily feline touch. Shivering, she opened her eyes to look into those so wild, she’d never mistake them for human.
“There you are.” A purr of sound before Remi brushed his lips over hers.
She was so, so glad that the Arrow who was protecting her mind had created a second layer of shielding so that nothing of her emotions got through to them. Because she’d lost control at the end there, become nothing but a creature of flesh and pleasure.
“I didn’t get to see all of you,” she complained, her voice coming out rough.
Had she screamed at the end? Had he kissed her to capture the sound? It was hazy, her brain blurred with the sensations erotic and more extraordinary than she could’ve ever imagined. Because, unlike the videos she’d watched to teach herself about the intricacies of sexual intimacy, it hadn’t been about just the body. She hadn’t understood that until he touched her with such care, until he took such care with her.
Remi Denier had ruined her. She’d crave him to the end of her days.
“I wanted to see you,” she said, turning into him, greedy and needy and unashamed about it—because it was him.
Taking her hand, he brought it to his body. “Oh, that was only the first act.”
She gasped as her hand met the hard, warm ridge of his arousal. He was naked.
Heat rolling over her in a luxuriant wave, she glanced down. Her hand looked small and fine against the veined thickness of him, and she found herself thinking about what he’d said at the end. About her mouth.
Her stomach clenched. She’d never even considered she might want to do the act he’d described, but now…
She looked up at him. “Can I? What you said. With my mouth.”
Claws against her skin as he stroked her back. “Zero to a hundred,” he said, his purr more of a growl now—but intermingled within was laughter affectionate and intimate.
She nuzzled his throat as he’d done her, felt him smile.
“You know your limits, Cupcake?” That clawed hand curling around her throat. “Hmm?”