Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
The irony, Soleil thought, and this time she failed at keeping the smile off her face.
Stop smiling, Ilie commanded her in his mind while out loud, he told the waiter, “Well, thank you...” He forced himself to say the boy’s name. “Godfrey.”
When the waiter left, Soleil started giggling, and though he knew she was laughing at him, he could not feel angry at all. To see her this happy, and over such a simple thing, was a revelation, and it made her a hundred times more beautiful.
Beautiful, he thought again, and hot.
Her laughter was a seductive melody that caressed his senses, and his hunger for her became fiercer and more demanding. There was no way she would be leaving this place, Ilie thought, without tasting pleasure in his hands.
“Milady,” he said softly. When she looked up, he told her, “Please start reading your book again.”
She looked at him suspiciously. “Why?”
Because you’ll need an excuse to hide your face when I do this—-
His fingers touched the slit between her folds, which were slightly wet and swollen.
Oh my God! She scrambled to get the book and opened it—-
He almost laughed but managed not to, murmuring, “Milady?” But he couldn’t resist stroking her as he spoke.
Soleil could not think at all. “Mm?” Those fingers of his were...were...indescribable in they way they made her feel. He was lining her folds, and she could feel herself getting wetter, practically drowning his fingers with her moisture.
“You’re reading your book upside down.”
Oh my God!
Cheeks burning in embarrassment, Soleil quickly turned it around, but at the same time she felt the marquis’ fingers move up, hovering over that tiny nub of flesh where she knew her feminine pleasure was centered.
Her eyes flew to him. You wouldn’t—-
His thumb slowly rubbed her clit.
Oh, but he did.
She stared down unseeingly at the pages before her, all the while dying. She was dying of pleasure, of lack of oxygen, of desire. Oh, that wicked thumb of his was so good, rubbing her a bit faster and rougher now.
Her inhibitions were completely gone, and she couldn’t even remember why she had protested against this. It was oh so good, she just wanted more—-
Anything you want, ma lisse. His dark drawl sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.
But then she realized what he was saying and why—-
Curse it, she had forgotten to guard her thoughts again!
His thumb still on her clit, his other fingers moved back to her slit.
“Milady?” His eyes captured hers. Be prepared not to scream.
What are you—-
One finger slipped inside her.
She gritted her teeth and stared harder at the book as she worked hard to contain her scream. Oh my God, this feeling of having a part of him inside of her, claiming her, was so much more exquisite than what the books she had read made her believe.
And then his finger started to move, and she was left in a daze to find this even more pleasurable.
Milady?
Y-yes?
Just so you are aware...
W-what?
I’m fucking you with my finger.
Her teeth gnashed against each other again, the marquis’ dirty words making her want to writhe. Such words were not common in their society at all, but somehow, it was that very reason which made Soleil feel so wanton at hearing it addressed to her.
The marquis was fucking her with his finger.
She jerked in her seat involuntarily, and this caused a second finger to slip inside her.
The marquis was startled then concerned. He started to pull his fingers out, not wanting to stretch her too painfully, but then she did something entirely unpredictable.
Soleil’s hips moved forward slightly, and his fingers were again completely engulfed inside of her.
Ah. She wanted him. The knowledge made the marquis feel raw and uncontrolled as his desire for her sharpened and rose. His balls ached, his cock swelled into a painfully hard erection, and he was no longer able to stop his fingers from moving.
I’m going to make you come, ma lisse, he growled as he fucked her with his fingers.
Oh God—-
And you’re going to scream my name when I do, milady. He pushed his fingers deep into her. Do you understand?
She gripped the book tightly, tears of agonizing pleasure stinging her eyes.
Answer me, milady! He pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in hard.
Almost rocking in her chair at the strength of his thrust, she cried out, Yes!
He didn’t need to hear anything else, his fingers moving as hard and as fast as he could manage without causing the table to shake. Milady, he growled, and just saying it was enough to heighten his arousal.
She looked at him, wetting her lips, throat bobbing, and dammit, but the sight had him hurting, his balls tightening in the need to pour his cum into her.
M-milord. She cried it out in her mind, sounding confused, afraid, and dammit, there was so much need in her voice—-