Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 32223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
…And he growls.
It’s a savage, primal, fierce growl too, and I swear I somehow become even wetter for him. I gasp quietly, my little cunt pulsing with need and desire as I feel his hot breath on my bare thighs.
And then suddenly, like a dam giving way, he’s on me.
Or rather, his mouth is on me.
The cry shatters from my lips, my pulse skyrocketing and my entire body convulsing with pleasure as his mouth finds my pussy. I’d heard stories of men doing this to their women back in France, but it’s nothing I was expecting, and the shock and blistering heat of it sends me reeling. I moan deeply, my hips rolling off the wall and against his mouth as his tongue slides slowly between my lips. I whimper as he drags it higher and higher, and when it bumps over my little nub and sends lighting sparking through my very core, I melt for him.
His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me against his eager mouth as his tongue pushes deep between my lips. I moan in pleasure, gasping for air and feeling my whole-body trembling as I just stare at the man of my dreams, on his knees in front of me with his mouth on my most private place. I drop my hands… tentatively at first, but when they slide into his hair, Lachlan groans and starts tongue me deeper, and faster.
The sounds of my pleasure fill my room, along with his deep, masculine groans as he licks every inch of me. My body rocks against his face—eagerly, wantonly, hedonistically. But Lachlan only seems to tongue me even harder and with more passion the more I shamelessly buck against his face. His fingers dig into my skin, his tongue drags up to swirl around my aching clit, and very quickly, I can feel the entire world start to melt around me.
“Oh God, Lachlan,” I moan as the pleasure begins to drag me closer to that edge. “What are—”
“Tasting,” he growls, pulling away and looking up at me with pure lust in his dark eyes. “Tasting what I’ve been dying to taste for far longer than you know, my little tease.”
He growls as he moves back in, bringing a cry of pleasure to my lip as his tongue swirls around my clit again and again. His hands slide around to cup my ass, pulling me tight against his mouth as he tongues me faster, and harder, until I’m moaning louder and louder as my entire reality starts to blur. I feel one hand pull away, and when it comes back in a sharp smack across my ass, I cry out in pure lust as a fire I’ve never known blooms through me.
“I—Oh God…”
Lachlan only groans into me, his tongue batting at my clit over and over as his hand spanks my ass again, until suddenly, I know I’m about to shatter for him.
“I’m going to—oh GOD!”
It’s pure bliss, heat, and light as his wicked tongue pushes me screaming over the edge, and when my climax slams into me, I’m only dimly aware of screaming his name as he tongues me right through the orgasm. I buck against his face, coming again, and again, until I’m gasping for air and my legs are about to give out.
Then and only then, does he finally slow his tongue, giving me one last long, slow lick all the way up to my clit again before he pulls away. I moan as he moves against me, and when he kisses me, there’s no denying the taste of my own sweet honey on his lips, which I taste hungrily as I kiss him deeply.
“If this is wrong, little one,” he groans quietly, pulling back just enough to let our eyes lock on one another’s. “Then I never want to be right.”
This time, it’s me who attacks him, bruising my lips to his as I kiss him with everything I have.
…And that’s when there’s a knocking at my door.
I gasp, and Lachlan bolts upright taking one step back from me as his dark eyes flash with fire and dart past me at the door.
“Lady Iona?”
I swallow, my face bright red and my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my climax as I try and catch my breath and find my words.
“Yes?” I somehow manage to squeak. I reach out, my fingers entwining with Lachlan’s, and he grins as his guard lowers and he moves back into me. I stifle my gasp as his hands slide back to my ass and his mouth begins to nibble at my neck.
“Yes, what is it?”
“My lady,” the man’s voice says slightly muffled through the door. “She’s just arrived, but she wanted me to make sure I told you first.”
I frown, and I can feel Lachlan stop.
“Who’s here?”
“Lady McDou—” the man stops abruptly, but the color is already draining from my face, because I already know who he means.