Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
She dips her fingers down and presses two inside her. I actually let out a groan as I witness them disappear into the space I desperately need to occupy. She doesn’t fuck herself with them, though. She merely spreads her wetness back up to her clit and resumes stroking herself. It’s only a minute or two later when her head falls back and her breasts heave with her harsh breathing.
Holy fuck, she’s going to make herself come.
Without letting me touch her.
“Grace.” My voice is a ragged plea. “Let me. Please.”
She lifts her head just enough to meet my gaze. Gods, but she’s stunning. The command and her gray eyes hold me captive more thoroughly than any bonds could. “Do not move.” The words are soft, but no less of an order for their lack of volume.
I press my hands hard to my thighs as she continues to stroke herself. I’ve never been one to come fast, and certainly not without some sort of physical stimulation, but as her thighs start to shake and her fingers coat with her desire, I am suddenly terrified that I’m about to orgasm without touching my cock at all.
The hold this woman has on me is borderline witchcraft. Except that’s a cop-out. It’s not magic that ties me to Grace, or at least it’s not magic beyond the demon bargain we both made. It’s a kinship that I’ve never felt with another person. It defies belief, but somehow this woman is broken in exactly the same way I am. The fault lines on her soul are a perfect match for mine.
“Oh, fuck.” She presses hard on her clit. And then a single word slips from her lips, so soft that I almost convince myself I’m hearing things. I must be. Surely she didn’t just whisper my name as she came.
I can’t move. I can’t think. I am a receptacle for her demand, so when she crooks her finger at me, I know exactly what she requires without her saying anything at all. I crawl to her. It’s not a long distance, but it’s incredibly awkward with my wings. It should be demeaning; in fact, it is.
I’ve never felt so at peace.
I stop at the edge of the bed. She’s so close, it would take no effort at all to touch her. I know better than that. From the twist of Grace’s lips, she understands exactly how much it cost me to keep my hands to my thighs as she came.
She sits up, a little awkward in her desire-drugged movements. “That was an excellent appetizer.” Grace leans forward and eyes my cock. “Are you in pain?”
“Always. I can handle it.”
Now she truly smiles. Her approval warms me as if it were the sun itself. I actually have to close my eyes against it. But I open them just as quickly because I don’t want to miss a minute of this.
Grace catches my jaw. “You did well. But now I’m all messy. Would you like to clean me up?”
There was only ever going to be one answer to this question. I am nearly certain I might die if I don’t taste her again. Clean her up? I want to make a mess of us both. I nod slowly. “Yes.”
“I thought so.” She pinches my jaw lightly, guiding my mouth open. Then she presses her fingers, still wet with her orgasm, between my lips. A shiver racks my body. Can a person die of bliss? Before tonight, I would’ve said it was impossible. Now I’m not so sure.
I try to close my mouth around her fingers to suck her clean, but her grip on my jaw goes hard. We both know there’s nothing she’s doing to me that I did not consent to. But I still make a sound of protest.
Grace raises her brows. “Would you like me to stop?”
What I want is for her to go harder, deeper. But I can’t say that with her fingers in my mouth. She seems to realize it the same moment I do. Grace slowly withdraws her fingers almost completely, pausing only when the tips of them meet my bottom lip. “Well?”
“No, I don’t want you to stop.” I swallow hard, tasting her on my tongue.
“If you change your mind—”
“I won’t.”
She tightens her grip on my jaw and pulls me in to place a devastatingly gentle kiss on my lips. “If you change your mind, tell me. That is a command, by the way.” Then her fingers are back in my mouth. This time, she’s not as gentle. She holds me immobile and fucks my mouth with her fingers. All the while she stares deep into my eyes as if she can see my very soul. As if she’s daring me to buckle, to do anything other than enjoy what she’s doling out.