Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 154728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
He kneaded my breasts as he kissed me, teeth again grazing my skin.
I practically swallowed my tongue when he sucked at the delicate skin of my neck.
“I’m not gonna do it because I know you’re classy as fuck, but I’m just lettin’ you know it’s taking me great restraint not to mark you,” Kane told me against my neck, pressing delicate kisses downward, contrasting with the scrape of his canines against my skin.
I arched my back as he made his way to my nipple, pulling aside the fabric of my top to expose it.
Mark me... My mind was delayed in processing his words, likely because all of my other senses were screaming.
With a hickey, he meant. The thought alone should’ve made me recoil. It was juvenile and archaic. But some part of me, a large part of me, wanted that mark. And if he’d asked, I would’ve said yes.
Luckily, he seemed to have more presence of mind than I did.
“Incredible tits, Avery Hart,” Kane told me, looking up at me.
My hands tangled in his hair, I’d been desperate to run my hands through it, touch him.
His mouth went to my other nipple where he spent his time sucking, grazing his teeth.
“If you’re not opposed, I plan on coming on them at some point this evening.”
A jolt, right to my core.
“I’m not opposed.” My voice was little more than a rasp.
He showed his teeth in a wicked grin. “Good. Now I’m gonna make you come with my mouth because I need to taste you when you come apart. Then I’ll be fucking you till I’m the only one who can put you back together.”
My body jerked with the words, my mind racing. Fear speared through my spine at the words. The oath. I had spent my life ensuring I was put together, not so much as a loose thread showing. I didn’t want anyone, let alone a man having the power to take me apart. It should’ve sent me running. But it didn’t. More heat flooded between my legs and I found myself wanting to give Kane that power. I wanted to be undone by him.
His hands went to my hips then, expertly undoing my pants.
“Hips up, baby.”
I obeyed wordlessly, watching him through hooded eyes.
He took both my pants and panties off at the same time, tossing them over his shoulder.
Then he pushed apart my legs, placing the heels of my feet flat on the floor.
I gasped at the position, at the intimacy of it. No one but my gynecologist had been this up close and personal with my vagina. It was only because of her that I knew that everything was normal … down there. But still, amongst all of my feelings of desire, I felt incredibly self-conscious with a practical stranger’s gaze on the most intimate part of me.
What if he didn’t like the way it looked?
A shallow thought, but one I wrestled with, nonetheless.
Kane licked his lips. His piercing eyes met mine just as I was about to slam my legs shut, army crawl to my pants then make my escape.
“Gorgeous fucking pussy, Avery Hart. Not that I expected anything less.”
Then he dove in.
My tense body, ready to bolt, melted as soon as his lips fastened onto me. As they moved over the intimate skin of my pussy. I’d expected him to be as frenzied and borderline violent as he had been when he was kissing me. He was slower. Purposeful. Impossibly precise. As he changed his rhythm, his lips and tongue were learning me, torturing me. Then his finger slipped inside me.
I arched my back, crying out and clawing at the threads of the rug I was lying on.
Kane slowly picked up his pace, as if he could sense my body building up to climax. Already, I felt like my skin was too tight for my flesh, like I was too sensitive, like I might not be able to handle the intensity of the orgasm that was coiled inside of me.
Kane kept going, holding on to my thighs with enough force to imprint his fingertips into the soft skin. Hopefully, there would be a mark there, evidence of this, what I already knew was going to be the best orgasm of my life.
Kane’s finger was no longer inside of me, both of his hands now on my ass, lifting me so he could … bury his face there. So he could devour me.
The gesture, the wildness of it, the intensity of his tongue now at my clit broke me apart. I didn’t know what sounds I made, if I made any sounds. It would’ve been impossible for me not to since I needed some way to release the pleasure that overwhelmed my entire body.
I didn’t know how long it lasted, but I knew that Kane’s tongue was still there, his mouth was still there, meeting the thrusts of my hips, the quivers of my body.