Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“We shouldn’t,” he warns me, pulling back just an inch as I catch my breath. “If I allow myself to really touch you, to taste you, there’s no going back for me.”
“What does it matter at this point?” I whisper, pressing my chest firmer against his. “Spend the next two days buried in me if you have to.”
“Fuck.”
His arm tightens right around my waist before lifting me just enough to roll us on his bed, his lips right back on mine as he hovers over me, his straining cock grinding against my core as my arms lock around his neck, holding him to me.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth like the most exotic intrusion, and I welcome it eagerly as my thigh hooks over his hip, needing to feel so much more of him.
Zade DeVil doesn’t strike me as the kind of man to willingly give himself over in the way I’ve asked. He’s definitely a hard, fast, and wild kind of fuck. I imagine him as the type who enjoys making a woman scream, seeing just how far he can push her as his fingers tighten around her throat, and I’m not opposed to it. Hell, I need it more than I need my next breath, but that isn’t what this is about.
Tonight, I just need him, the real Zade DeVil. Not the future leader of Empire, not my executioner, or the man who bears the weight of the world on his shoulders.
His rough, calloused hands slip up inside my tank, skimming over my skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Then needing more, Zade breaks our kiss and takes the fabric of my tank before pulling it over my head and leaving me exposed. His lips drop back down, detouring to the base of my throat and working their way up to the sensitive skin just below my ear. I can’t help but turn my head, allowing him more access as my hands roam over his strong, defined back, my nails digging in and claiming every inch of him.
He’s barely started, barely even touched me, and it’s already too much, too good. How the hell have I been living without this these past few months?
My eyes flutter, and I close them before tipping my head back and arching up into him, needing his touch to claim every inch of my body. My hand trails down his back and pushes into the waistband of his sweatpants before grazing over his defined ass, so fucking perfect. I don’t know what it is about a man’s ass, but when it’s sculpted to perfection like this, I’m a fucking goner. I could just bite it.
Zade starts working his lips down my body, and I groan as his palm curves around the side of my breast just moments before his warm lips close over my nipple. He sucks hard before flicking his tongue over the pebbled peak, and a thrill shoots through me, sending shockwaves pulsing through my body and right down to my core.
God, I need him to touch me.
“Zade,” I pant.
“I’ve got you, Lamb.”
He makes his way further down my body, touching and tasting every inch of my skin before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my sweatpants. He slowly drags them down my thighs, the anticipation killing me as my pussy craves his touch.
My pants hit the ground and then he’s right there, his soft breath brushing against my core. His gaze sails up and down my body, really taking me in, and while I know he’s seen every inch of my body as I’ve taken his friends, this is different. Now it’s his hands on my body, his breath against my skin.
His fingers brush over my hip, taking his damn time before finally dipping between my legs and making my body jolt as they skim over my clit. He does it again, and I suck in a breath as a soft groan tears from deep within my chest. “Be a good girl and open wide, Lamb,” he rumbles. “Let me see that pretty cunt.”
Butterflies explode deep in my stomach as I spread my legs further apart, exposing every inch of my body to him. Zade’s eyes flash with a deep hunger, and when he settles himself between my thighs, taking one and hooking it over his shoulder, I know this is going to be some kind of magical tongue work that only women personally blessed by the gods could ever be so lucky to experience.
Zade growls deep in his chest before his fingers trail down to my entrance and slowly push inside. My eyes roll in the back of my head, and I arch up off the bed, my hands skimming over my waist before firmly gripping my breasts. “Oh, God. Yes,” I breathe.
He’s barely pushed all the way inside of me when his warm lips come down on my body, closing over my clit and gently flicking with his tongue, sending a wave of electricity pulsing through me and bringing me to life.