Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Because there, inches away from me jutting out thick, heavy, and throbbing from his grooved hips and muscled abs, is Lord Ballentyne’s very big, very thick, very hard….
Cock.
Just thinking the word makes me flush, but then, seeing it, and letting my eyes just take in the sheer size of him brings a flush to much more than my face. I can feel the fire teasing through every part of me, like seeing him like this is some sort of magic alchemy that renders me speechless and sends heat through my core. It sends a bolt of lightning between my legs and filthy, sinful thoughts racing through my head.
He’s so big.
Lord Ballentyne growls lowly as he slides his hand over his thick shaft, wrapping his hand around himself. And when he strokes it back and forth, I can’t even try to stop to the soft moan from tumbling from my lips.
Heat floods through me, and I can feel something slick and warm suddenly pooling between my thighs. Something wet.
My face goes crimson just as my pulse starts to quicken.
This is wrong. This is inappropriate to the highest degree. And despite that, I can’t even begin to imagine looking away. And when Lord Ballentyne’s other hand reaches for the cloth I’ve still got clutched to my nakedness, I freely let him tug it from my grasp, even while my pulse thunders and my head spins.
He pulls the scrap of fabric away and lets it drop, and then suddenly, for the first time in my young life, I’m utterly and completely bare, for a man.
And what a man.
He grunts, shoving the shall from his shoulder and letting it and the rest of his garb drop to pool at his feet. There’s no stopping the whimper this time, my breath catching as my eyes drag over his muscled, gorgeous, masculine body—the tattoos, the battle scars… and the big, thick cock pulsing in his firm grip.
Fully naked, his own eyes sweep over me, an animalistic growl rumbling through him as he grits his teeth, fire blazing in those dark eyes.
“My queen,” he groans.
I gasp as his hands suddenly grab me, and before I know it, I’m falling right into him. My hands land on his bulging arms, my soft breasts press to his hardened chest, and when I feel that thick staff of his press hotly against my belly and pulse against my skin, I moan.
And when his mouth crushes to mine, stealing my breath away along with the kiss, I’m lost. Torchlight flickers, steam swirls, and I. Am. Lost.
Chapter 4
Hamish
Fire consumes me as my lips taste her for the very first time. There’s a dull roar in my ears, like the sounds of horses thundering into battle, and like battle, I can feel my body reacting to the touch of her lips.
Hardening, tightening—the blood humming through me as my muscles clench. I kiss her fiercely, with every single thing I have, pouring my everything into claiming her mouth until I can feel her moan into me. My hands slide over her bare, flawless skin, fingers digging into her tightly like the world may try and pluck her from my grasp.
She’s tentative at first—so innocent, and so un-taught. But when my tongue demands entrance, she whimpers as she willingly opens her lips for me to taste. My tongue strokes hers, my lips bruising to hers, and my thick, throbbing hard cock pulsing hot against the warm, silk-soft skin of her body.
Everything about her makes me want to lose control. Everything about her demands I do—to defy tradition and the laws of marriage, press her against the hot stone wall right here, spread her legs, and push my cock inside that sweet wet heaven between her thighs until her essence is dripping down my balls.
But I resist. Somehow, I hold back.
I will be taking her—gods know I’ll be taking her until she knows nothing else but the feel of my hard cock fucking her until she begs for more. But I won’t yet—not until we’re wed.
…But that doesn’t mean I won’t have a taste of what’s mine, first. And a taste is exactly what I want right now.
I groan into her lips, one hand sliding firmly over her curved hip to cup the soft swell of her ass. My other hand teases up her body—tracing over her ribs as she shivers and moans so sweetly into my mouth. Her tongue—tentative at first, finds mine, daringly and brazenly teasing back at mine. I growl fiercely, and when my cock throbs against her soft belly, she whimpers.
My mouth drops to her neck as my hand slides higher, cupping one of her small, pert breasts and letting my thumb and forefinger roll the soft pink nipple until it’s hard against my touch. My lips trail over her neck, nipping and licking at her sweet skin as she gasps loudly. Her tight little body undulates against mine, and I groan as the beast in me roars for more.