Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Darkness fills his eyes as they flicker to mine. “You like that, don’t you?”
There’s no point in denying it. More than that, I don’t want to. “Yes.”
His hands are so big and yet he knows exactly how much pressure to apply to give the most pleasure. Before I’m ready, his fingers disappear. I cry out in protest before he leans down, drawing one aching peak between his lips and sucking it greedily into his mouth.
I twist beneath him. So badly do I want to tunnel my fingers through his hair, but I’m afraid to move. Afraid to disobey him. Just when I can’t bear another moment of this exquisite torture, he releases me with a soft pop. His warm breath feathers over the other aching tip and a shiver slides through me as he draws me farther inside his mouth.
With every tug, pleasure ricochets throughout my being.
Even though he’s barely touched me, it won’t be long until I’m falling to pieces.
“Austin,” I moan.
He nips the hard point and another round of explosions detonates at the bottom of my belly. Just like this afternoon, my panties are now completely soaked. I have the feeling he’d ruin every single pair if given half the chance.
“What, sweet girl? What do you want?”
His hands drift along my sides until they can cup my breasts before pressing the rounded curves together. His tongue circles one stiff bud before doing the same to the other side.
“Tell me,” he growls as he continues licking my nipples. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I gasp. “I want you.”
“Good. Because I want you, too.”
He drifts down my ribcage, peppering kisses as he goes. His tongue licks over me, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. The cool air of the room wafts over my newly dampened flesh. My breasts throb, aching for more of his attention. It’s tempting to cup them with my hands and squeeze their softness, to pluck my own nipples as he kisses a path to my panties.
I’m not sure how much more of this erotic torture I can stand. My head is clouded with so much pleasure that it feels as if I’m drowning in it. A yelp escapes from me when his teeth sink into my pubic bone.
Again, the pain is chased away by need. A flood of it rushes through my body before settling in my core. He buries his nose in the cotton at the top of my slit before circling it around my clit.
“These should probably go, don’t you think?”
God, yes.
But wrapping my lips around those three little letters feels impossible. I’m a puddle of need, writhing beneath him as delicious sensation reverberates through every cell of my being.
“Is that what you want me to do?” He lifts his face, and the warmth of his breath disappears.
“Please.” Pleading tones fill every syllable.
It’s a relief when he doesn’t make me beg and the cotton is ripped away in an instant. They’re down my hips and thighs before being carelessly discarded.
And then I’m bared to his sight.
He’s touched my breasts and yanked my underwear to the side, but this is the first time he’s seen me completely naked. Moonlight streams in through the window, bathing me in a silvery glow as Austin sits back to silently look his fill. He resettles between my legs, shifting them to make room. My thighs are spread wide, and my arms are still stretched out overhead. There’s no way to hide from his piercing stare. I can almost feel the heat of his gaze licking over every inch. Admiring every dip and curve. His palms settle on my inner thighs before pushing them wider to expose my center. He’s stared, but never like this.
Never so intently.
His gaze lifts to mine. “Don’t move a single muscle.”
His body rises, stretching over me before clicking the small lamp beside the bed. The room fills with light. Even though it’s not overly harsh, I squint and try to adjust to the illumination.
“Why—”
“I need to see you.”
Embarrassment gathers in my cheeks and spreads to my chest as he resumes his position between my legs.
“Austin,” I whisper. “Please turn it off.”
“No. I want to see every inch of you.” His green eyes flicker to mine, and the heat radiating from them nearly singes me alive. “I want to see what now belongs to me.”
The possessiveness of his words arrows to the very heart of me before exploding on impact.
His voice deepens, turning into more of a feral growl. “You belong to me, don’t you, Delilah?”
“Yes.” It’s not a question I have to think about. I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone the way I do to him.
He rises to press a kiss against my mouth. When his tongue licks the seam of my lips, I open, and he delves inside. There’s a tangle of softness before he pulls away, dropping a kiss against each breast before hovering over my center. His hands press my thighs impossibly wide until it feels as if every single inch of me is on display.