Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I weave my fingers into his hair as he bends his head to lick my pussy before rising up, licking each of my nipples before straightening to his full height.
“Fuck, Ophelia,” he says, his voice a deep rumble. “Ever since that night, after The Grande, I’ve wanted this again. I can’t get you out of my fucking mind, do you know that?” He kisses me again and lifts me up, the lock of our lips never breaking as he carries me to the chaise and strips off the dust cloth. He sits me down and drops to his knees between my legs. He pushes my thighs apart and kisses my mouth once more before tugging me to the edge of the chaise and burying his face between my legs.
I drag my fingers through his hair and tug him close as I lean backward, hooking my legs on his shoulders as he tastes me, his tongue so soft and wet and testing before devouring. When his lips close around my clit, I bite back my moan, but when he sucks hard on that little nub, I cry out, calling out his name so fucking loud they must hear it over the orchestra in the ballroom.
I’m trembling when it’s over and he straightens, stands. I look at him as he strips off his ruined shirt, drops it onto the floor, my gaze moving to the outline of his rigid cock pressing against his slacks as he undoes his belt with those big hands and pushes his pants and briefs down just far enough to release his cock.
I drop to my knees before him. I will worship this man. And when I taste him, I moan, because I missed his taste. Missed his hands. I missed him so fucking much.
I take him as deep as I can, which isn’t very, and I know he’s being careful as he closes his eyes and guides me over his length. He groans and draws me off.
“Not your mouth, not tonight,” he says, drawing me up to stand, lifting me. I wrap my legs around his hips as he takes us to the wall and presses my back to it. He kisses me again. “I need to be inside you. I need to come inside you.”
I nod, kissing him, my throat dry as I feel his heat between my legs, his solid, firm length, the skin soft around his hard cock. He pushes my head back with one hand as he draws my ass cheek out with the other.
I cling to him, and he’s not gentle when he takes me. I bury my face in his neck to muffle the sound I make, unable to get close enough, needing more, so much more.
“Look at me. I want to see you,” he says, cupping my face, making me look at him.
I bury my fingernails in his shoulders and nod as he thrusts again, hard and deep and impaling me. A sound comes from his chest, his throat.
“Fuck. O. Fuck you are so tight.”
He’s big and my body needs a moment to adjust.
“I can’t be gentle,” he groans, and I know he’s trying to hold back.
“I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you. I want you, Silas Cruz,” I say, taking his face in my hands and making him look at me now. “I want you as you are. I want you so deep inside me I will always feel you. And I want to watch your beautiful face, your eyes when you come inside me.”
At that, he smashes his mouth against mine, cupping my head, burying himself in me, impaling me deep. But it’s not enough. I can’t get close enough. I want more. I want all of him. I cling to him, kissing him, as his thrusts come harder, our eyes locked, his dark, so dark.
“Jesus. Ophelia.”
Our kisses are no more than a colliding of lips and tongues and teeth. He’s more animal than man, wild and feral, my Silas. He shifts both hands to my ass cheeks and watches me as he brushes his fingers over my tight hole. I moan, my clit rubbing against him with each thrust. When he pushes his finger into my back hole, I cry out, coming hard, harder than I’ve ever come before. In the periphery of all that blood pounding against my ears, I hear him call out my name as his fingers dig into my cheeks, and his cock pulses inside me. His mouth is still on mine when I feel his release, feel him come inside me, and all I can think is I have him inside me now and I know this is it for me. I know. I know that I’m in love with him. I have been for a long time, since I was a girl.