Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist—then let out a startled sound as my jeans, my panties, press against me.
I’m aching with wet heat, firmly pressed against the ridge of something hard and thick against his slacks.
And harder still as his hands slip down to my ass.
His fingers dig into my flesh, leaving no mistake.
He wants this.
He wants me.
I don’t know what to do, even if I know what I want—and even as he bites my mouth, I can’t help squirming, grinding against him.
Wanting more of that sensation that feels like flint on steel, striking sparks every time his friction sweeps my skin.
Oh, it’s glorious.
This needy pleasure pulsing inside me.
Every time I do it, I feel his hardness more.
His hands tighten while his chest heaves against mine, his shallow breath rushing over my lips, soft growls in the back of his throat.
“Hold still, Talia. Before I lose my fucking mind,” he grinds out in a tortured snarl—then snaps his head down and strikes.
Protector.
Beast.
Vampire.
His teeth sink into my throat, catching the tender skin and holding me prisoner.
I arch against him, crying out.
Terror and pleasure bolt through me until my entire body sings, but there’s no pain here.
He’s rough, yet so gentle, too, biting down softly.
His tongue traces my captured flesh in devilish caresses as he sucks my neck with a pulling rhythm that reaches down inside me. He tugs at something so tight and hot I feel like I’ll go up in cinders.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I curl forward, gasping as he teases me, barely aware that he’s carrying me to my bed.
Barely aware of anything but his ravenous red mouth fastened on my throat, making me feel every sucking lick.
It's the daydream of yesterday and the better reality of now.
Micah Ainsley isn’t a night-creature who can pierce my flesh smoothly with razor teeth and make me love the pain.
He’s a real man, holding tight and trembling in a way that feels so powerful.
I love how just touching me makes him react—and he’s touching me like a real man, kissing me like a real man, delivering pleasure with his teeth the way only a real man can.
Still, I don’t expect it when he bites me again, this time a little harder.
Again and again, he’s covering my neck with hot rings, only for gravity to upend itself as he tumbles me down on my bed.
I fall on my back, gasping, but he’s already covering me with his body.
He fits between my legs, weighing me down with hard muscle.
His hands grasp my thighs and his hips rock down hard into mine, stroking between my thighs with the full pressure of his body.
A fire burst washes through me.
And just as he twists his hips to grind, to tease, to ruin me, he bites me again.
Lust imprinting my skin.
A fever burning us both down.
I dig my fingers into his hair and toss my head back, writhing under him, completely trapped and yet God, I don’t want to escape.
Not now.
Not ever.
If Micah is a monster, I’m his willing captive.
But as his teeth hold on, I scream, hugging my thighs against his hips and digging my fingers into his shoulders.
He pulls back, leaving my neck throbbing.
He breathes harshly, staring at my throat, his thumb grazing over the pulsing spot on my skin before those feral eyes flick to my face.
“Too much?” he asks, husky and gritty. “Did I scare you?”
“No.” I shake my head quickly, reaching up to touch my trembling fingers to his lips.
It’s hard to speak.
Not because I’m afraid, but because I’m overwhelmed.
“I couldn’t be scared of you, Micah. Never. It just startled me, but… it felt good.” It takes all my courage to say that out loud.
His lips curl faintly under my touch.
“So, there really is a little wild thing under all the pink,” he whispers.
“Show me how wild I can be,” I whisper back. “And then, next time, show me more.”
Next time.
Part of me wants reassurance that there’ll be a next time.
That he’s as caught up in this as I am, this madness that feels like a spell. But that small, eager smile is all he gives as he kisses my fingertips.
“Next time, yeah.”
He lowers himself over me to claim my mouth again.
It hits deeper this time with his hips rocking in slow, dragging thrusts between my legs, grating against my jeans.
His hands stroke my belly, my ribs, cupping my breasts.
I whimper as his huge, strong hands cover my flesh, bathing me in this creeping pleasure as he makes me so aware of his touch.
His tongue delves deeper, stealing my breath, silencing me as his thumbs tease my nipples through my bra, working them in circles.
Every last one sends an arrow to that hot, wet place inside me, hungrier than ever.
With every stroke, he inches my bra down until it’s skin on skin.