Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Blindly, I suck on his tongue.
It takes me to another plane of bliss and intimacy. The barrage of emotions and sensations are overwhelming and I was actually frighteningly dizzy. I feel as if I’m close to passing out.
Suddenly, a low growl comes from deep inside him, and he grabs my hands, pulls them away from around his neck, and holds me still. Very, very still, and for a moment, not quite fear, but an instinct for self-preservation rises inside me, warning me.
“What is it?” I whisper, staring up at him. In the moonlight his pale skin seems to glow.
His haunting eyes lock with mine, and I’m unable to look away. I’m mesmerized by them. There is something dangerous in there. The naked girl with the leather anklet flashes into my mind. She should have run. I know that, but it was too late for her, as it is for me. I’m bewitched by his glittering eyes. Instead of fleeing from him, desperately I try to press myself against him.
My body writhes uselessly inside his steely hold.
His fingertip touches my bottom lip and I feel myself go numb. Gently he pulls it away from my teeth. His finger feels chilled and I shiver and instinctively lick my lips. I taste his finger. A trace of champagne from earlier, and something else. Something intriguing. I feel a type of intoxication move over my mind and body. It confuses and disorientates me. It is like I’m a prisoner in my own body, watching from within. I see my body arch languorously, sensuously, invitingly… there is only one thought in my head. I want him to have it all. All of me.
But he leans forward and whispers, “Do not give in, Autumn. Wake up.”
And the spell is suddenly broken. I stare at him, with widened eyes. “What happened to me?”
“You just wanted me too much,” he murmurs, as he starts to undress me. His movements are sure, confident, and quick. He dispatches my bra effortlessly, and pulls my panties off my legs. It is clear he has done this many, many times. A prick of jealousy makes a small sound escape from my throat.
He stills. “I won’t hurt you.”
I stare at him mutely. Inside, I am shaking like a leaf.
He lifts my naked body up into his arms like it weighs no more than a fly, and carries me towards the big bed. He deposits me on it and stands looking down at me. The moonlight is no longer on his face, and I cannot see his expression or his eyes. But I can tell that his shoulders are tense, his whole body is tense. I can feel the tightly coiled power radiating from him.
My nipples throb painfully. They are crying out for release.
Then he bends from the waist and I feel his palm rest on my stomach and his skin doesn’t feel cold the way his finger did when he touched me in my dream state, instead it sears into me. I clench my teeth with anticipation. He doesn’t stroke, or squeeze, just lets his hand remain there, owning the flesh under it. Slowly, he moves it up until it comes to a rest, cupping my breast. Again, he lays his claim.
“Open your legs, Autumn,” he commands.
I take in a trembling breath, and part my legs.
“Wider.”
I obey, opening my legs as wide as they will go. I cannot see his eyes, but his head turns towards my exposed pussy. A small growl erupts from his throat. Then his hand travels down to my wet and swollen sex, and he covers it entirely, owning it.
My hips jerk helplessly against his hand.
He sucks my nipple hard as he pushes two fingers deep inside me. I am so wet they make a squelching sound. His thumb pushes hard against my clit and moves rhythmically around the hood, pushing it into the bone below. It is all too intense, too wanton. My head starts to swim.
“I’m going to come,” I cry.
Instantly, he moves his hand and his mouth away. Cold air brushes against my open pussy. Fully clothed, he gets on the bed and kneels between my legs. He pulls my pussy lips apart with his fingers and dips his tongue into me. A deep sigh of satisfaction runs through his body.
“Sweet,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
Then he uses his tongue to explore between the folds. Using the tip of his tongue, he nudges my clit, up and down, side to side. The pleasure is indescribable. My hands claw into his golden hair as I writhe and moan under him. My body is screaming for a climax. If only he would touch my clit, just once, I could come. Feverishly, I beg him to let me come.
But he doesn’t allow me.
He just eats me out. Penetrates my sex with his tongue, fucking it, his teeth biting, his lips sucking and pulling at my throbbing flesh. Every nerve in my body is alive and on fire. Then he places his mouth over my engorged clit, and sucks it deep into his mouth. I feel his teeth at the base, trap the sensitive nub, and my orgasm blasts through me. All the blood rushes to my pelvis, my eyes roll back and I can’t stop the piercing scream that rushes out of my mouth. My voice sounds far away and I can hear him greedily drinking my juices.