Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“I liked when you kissed me,” I admit as my tongue darts out to wet my dry lips. Now he’s the one looking at my mouth, and a sound rumbles from him that makes my stomach flutter.
“You could have fooled me.”
“What does that mean?”
“You got cold on me. I’m sorry if—”
“Don’t apologize.” I throw his own words back at him. “I wasn’t cold, I was upset that you were embarrassed about being caught kissing me.”
“Embarrassed!” The one word booms from him, making me jump back a step.
My legs hit something behind me, and I start to fall, but as I do, I reach out and grab Cillian’s shirt. He’s leaning forward to wrap his arm around my waist to catch me, but it’s too late.
We both fall back onto the bed, and Cillian lands on top of me. He lets out a groan just before he buries his face in my neck. His warm breath tickles my skin, and I fight not to moan. The feeling of his weight on top of me is unexpectedly welcome.
“You always smell so damn good. The scent of you has haunted me since we danced at the Monarch event.”
“You knew it was me?” I ask, surprised.
He lifts his head to stare down at me. “Of course I did. I didn’t think you knew it was me.”
“I don’t dance with strange men.”
“You didn’t know me,” he points out.
“I knew of you. You’ve always been so mysterious. I was surprised you were even at the event.” I was so excited when I saw him enter. He was with his sister, but I would have recognized him without her by his side. The build of Cillian’s body always called to something deep inside of me that somehow sparked desire.
“You’re the one that keeps surprising me. Why would I ever be embarrassed of kissing you?”
“I’m kind of plain.”
“Plain, my ass,” he grumbles, sounding annoyed that I'd say that about myself. I fight not to wiggle around under him because my panties are getting wetter by the second. Will they soak through and onto him? “Try again,” he orders, and the demand in his voice is not helping my panty situation.
“Because we’re family?”
He thrusts against me, and I feel his hard cock grind between my legs.
“Does that feel like family?”
“No,” I gasp, and my voice doesn’t even sound like my own.
“Do you want me to kiss you again?” I nod, and his answering grin is almost sinister. “Where?”
“Everywhere.”
Chapter Ten
Cillian
My mouth is on hers in the blink of an eye, and this time there are going to be no interruptions. Seeing Glenda standing there nearly naked almost broke me. I’d jerked off after seeing the two inches of bare skin on her wrist, but this? She’s a fantasy ripped from my mind and laid out before me like a buffet. Too bad for her, I’m fucking starved.
I thrust against her again. She opens her mouth to cry out, and my tongue sweeps inside. The wet heat of her mouth makes me grunt, and my hands are close to mauling her as I hold her close.
“Cillian!” she cries out when I rip the cup of her bra down and my mouth covers her nipple.
I’m possessed, with a demon inside of me that is screaming to take her. That I have to lick every inch and have my cock buried deep in her pussy while doing it. There’s no time to waste, and he wants it now.
“Spread your legs,” I order as my teeth graze the side of her bare breast.
Her hands grip my hair tightly as she does what I ask, and I slowly move down. My hands pin her hips to the mattress as my mouth feasts on her stomach and sides. I leave little marks along the way, and when I bite down, her back arches off the bed.
“This is only for me.” I push her knees up to open her even further. “Do you understand, Glenda?” I look up from where I’ve moved between her legs, and her eyes lock with mine. “Your body, your skin, every inch of you. It’s for my eyes only.”
“Okay,” she pants and nods quickly.
“I mean it. You keep this covered up unless I’m on top of you.” Her hips rock up, searching for friction or my mouth, I’m not sure. But I keep my eyes locked on hers as I lave the wet spot on her panties.
“Shit,” she hisses, and her head falls back as my tongue wiggles over the place where she’s wettest.
“Let me see how pretty you are.” I reach out and slide my finger to the edge of her panties and then slowly pull them to the side. “Baby, look at you.” She sits up to watch me lean forward and run my tongue up her lips. “And you taste sweeter than I imagined.”