Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 161394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 807(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 807(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
I blinked. He had?
“So soft and bitable.” He caught my bottom lip with his teeth and tugged. My lips parted on a gasp, and his tongue boldly swept inside.
He took my mouth in a kiss so hot, wet, and explicit that I felt myself melt into him. Every bit of hesitance drained from my system in a rush, just as I’d known it would. God, the man. Could. Kiss.
I splayed my hands on the twin columns of his back, digging my nails into his skin. His cock throbbed against my abdomen, hot and hard and insistent. That untamed quality about him had never been more palpable than it was right now as he ruthlessly ate at my mouth, his grip so tight on my hair it hurt a little. But even as he exuded a dark sexual energy that held an edge of aggressiveness, he was still calmly forceful and totally in control.
Me? I wasn’t so cool and composed. I wanted to climb him like a fence post and wrap my legs around his waist. Wanted to impale myself fully on his shaft so that he was balls-deep inside me. Just the thought made damp heat spill from my core.
His blunt nails scraped my scalp. I let out a soft, needy moan and tore my mouth free of his. “Dane—”
“Fucking love your hair,” he said, combing his fingers through the soft strands. “I want to see it spread out on the bed while I’m moving inside you. First …” He tugged on the strap of my camisole. “This has to go. Take it off.”
Gladly. I shed the garment and tossed it aside.
His gaze locked on my bare breasts, staring at them so intently it felt like a physical touch. His eyes seemed to trace their shape. “Pretty,” he breathed, lightly skimming his knuckles over one hard nipple. Too lightly. “The perfect handful.”
I arched into him as he filled his palms with my breasts. He squeezed just right and thumbed both nipples hard, sending streaks of fire to my clit. He then curved his arm around me and hauled me up his body so that his mouth was level with my breasts. All that casual strength made me shiver a little.
I clung to his shoulders as he lavished attention on my nipples using his mouth and fingers, repeatedly switching from one bud to the other. He was careful at first. He began with gentle tweaks, light tugs, and brief nibbles; teasing me, I knew. Soon he was pinching, twisting, and suckling on my nipples until they throbbed.
I felt every touch in my aching core and, God, I had to be embarrassingly wet. I didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything other than finding some relief.
Dane gently lowered me to the mattress. “Lay back, baby girl.”
I did as he asked, but I kept myself propped up on my elbows and watched as he snaked his hands up my thighs, caught the waistbands of my shorts and panties, and peeled both off.
“Spread your legs wide. Wider, Vienna. That’s it.” Dane stared at my pussy, his eyes glittering with so much naked greed my inner muscles clenched. He reached for the glass on the nightstand without even looking at it and took a swig of his drink.
I ground my teeth, not a big fan of being made to wait for what I wanted when I was this damn horny. “You just gonna stare at it all night? Because it’s not going to come by itself.”
His eyes flew to mine, dancing with humor. “Not all night, no,” he said, setting down his glass. He leaned over me, forcing me to lie flat. “I was actually thinking of doing this.” He swiped the tip of his finger between my folds and then dipped it inside me. He hummed. “So slick already. Yeah, this pussy knows me now, doesn’t it? It wants more.” He drove his finger deep. “What does it want?”
I licked my lips. “More.”
He skimmed his nose along my jawline and around to my ear. “Do you know what I want?”
Sliding my hands over his shoulders, I swallowed. “What?”
His teeth scraped my earlobe. “To know what you taste like.” He went to his knees on the carpet, gripped my thighs, and yanked me toward him. His warm hands spread my legs as wide as they could go, giving him better access. “Hands above your head,” he said, nuzzling my folds.
“Why?”
“Because I want them there.” He licked at the crease of my thigh. “Do it, Vienna.”
Gritting my teeth, I followed his directive. Lifting my head, I glared at him. “Happy?” Asshole, I barely resisted adding.
He sucked hard on my inner thigh and then gave it a sharp nip. “Stop swearing at me in your head.”
See? Warlock. “I’m not—” My breath caught as he rolled the tip of his tongue around my pulsing clit. I let my head fall back, moaning as he fluttered his tongue between my folds.