Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Did you wear that for him?” he demanded savagely.
I shook my head. Right now, he was more animal than man, but instead of being frightened, I found myself even more hopelessly attracted, the triangle between my legs slowly becoming wet.
“For who then?” he growled. He cupped my chin and kissed me hard before demanding once more, “Who, damn you, tell me!” His fingers dug into my hair. “You owe me the truth, princess. In places like this, I’m the one you should follow. So tell me,” he snarled. “Who did you wear that for?”
His fangs clamped hard on my shoulder right after, a bite that was so painfully arousing it broke through my resistance. “You.” My knees gave out, and I clutched his shirt hard for support as I choked the word out in an inaudible voice.
Triumph glittered in his gaze.
I should be bothered by it, but there was no time to even think of breathing, not when he was kissing me again, and this time he was kissing me in a way that told me it was just the beginning. As we kissed, he started taking off his clothes and I tried to help him, tugging on his belt while he shrugged off his formal jacket. As we gasped and kissed, he worked on the buttons of his shirt while I unzipped his pants.
Shrugging off his shirt and throwing it to the floor, he lifted me up in one push, and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist while my hands settled on his shoulders for balance. I gasped, the new position allowing his cock to nestle between my legs.
For a moment, we looked at each other. His eyes were dark with desire, his face flushed. I was sure I looked the same.
When we looked at each other, it was impossible not to see that underneath the passion were more turbulent emotions, words that we both wanted so much to say.
God, those emotions. I wanted him to bare them to me. If he did, maybe I could be honest with mine, too.
I whispered, “Alejandro—-”
Something about my voice made me shudder. His gaze suddenly shuttered, and he rasped, “No more talking.”
His mouth latched onto my breast, and my lips parted in a silent moan as he started to suck. He sucked my nipple long and hard, the sounds he made only adding to my arousal. My head tossed and turned, my fingers digging deep into the blades of his back, but it didn’t stop him from torturing me with such exquisite agony.
Wanting him to feel the same excruciating pleasure, I leaned forward so I could reach down. It pushed my breast further into his mouth, allowing him to suck harder and drive me even more insane with need. It was so hard to retain my senses, but my desire to make him wild kept me going, and I moved my hand again.
My fingers brushed against the waistband of his pants, making him freeze, his mouth still on my breast. Although I had him unzipped, his pants were still buttoned, requiring me to wriggle my fingers into the opened slit. My hand dipped in, lower and lower, and I slowly pushed the silk covering his engorged erection to the side.
Finally, it was skin against skin and Alejandro groaned against my breast when my fingers encircled his cock.
He started sucking and I started stroking. Long and leisurely, quick and hard, our rhythms matched, his tongue, my fingers.
I moaned silently in protest when he suddenly stopped kissing my breast, but he quieted me soon enough when his lips covered mine. His fingers replaced his tongue on my nipple, tweaking and pulling. Oh God, how he pulled and pulled until my nipples were practically pricking him. I cried out against his mouth, my fingers stroking him faster when I felt his hand leaving my breast and moving down.
When his fingers dipped into the flesh between my legs, I bit his lip hard.
He laughed, as if amused by my aggression, but the sound was abruptly cut off when I moved my fingers until I could cup his balls. He groaned when I squeezed them, and then it was my turn to moan when he slid one finger inside me.
My head dropped against his shoulder as he started to thrust his finger in and out of me. When a second finger slipped in, the pleasure sharpened, making my fingers tighten around his cock. When a third finger joined in, I started to sob against his neck, the sensation of having my pussy filled making my head whirl.
My body bucked with each thrust, muscles contracting and expanding, not wanting to let his fingers go as Alejandro fucked me long and hard.
“Alejandro.” His name was the faintest moan as I felt my body reaching for the peak, my fingers moving even faster as I stroked his cock.