Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Then he softened. “But if you get scared or nervous or uncomfortable, I need you to say it. Will never forgive myself if I take it too far, so I’m going to do my best to take it slow.”
“I’m not sure I can handle slow.” I wiggled on his lap.
He grunted a gluttonous sound. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make my moonflower come. Right now. Going to watch her blossom in the night. Can’t wait to watch you glow.”
I let go of a shallow breath, and the fire spread as he began to grind against me.
Achingly slow as he watched me carefully, searching for any signs of distress.
A vibrancy raced beneath my skin, and I rocked myself against him. Sparks lit at the contact. Tiny flickers of bliss that flamed just beneath the surface.
Otto studied me, his chin just lifted as I rolled over him, his breaths shallow grunts as he gazed at me like he both wanted to protect me and set me free, one hand still twisted tight in my hair as if it was the only thing keeping him controlled.
“You good with that?” he asked in that rumbly voice.
I ground harder against him. “I need more.”
A chuckle rolled through him as he yanked me closer against him. “Eager girl. Don’t rush it. We’ve got all night. I’m going to take care of you.”
The problem was, I wanted to rush toward this feeling that was taking me over all while finding a way for it to never end.
His mouth came to my ear, and his voice dipped into a gruff command. “Get up onto your knees.”
Tingles spread through my body. Flames that licked as I complied.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
Playing into my fantasies.
Otto tipped his head back to gaze at me as I swayed on my knees, and my heart beat so erratically I wasn’t sure my chest could contain it.
Breaths harsh and jagged.
His arm unhooked from my waist, and that hand smoothed across my lower back before his fingers slipped around to knead into my hip.
“Never have seen anything more gorgeous than this, Raven. Looking up at you. Lit up by the moon. Stealin’ my breath. Fuckin’ with my head.”
I let my fingers play along the sharp edge of his cheek before I drifted them over his lips.
“It’s my breath that’s gone. Seeing you like this. Touching this face that has followed me into every dream. Being with the only person who could ever save me from the nightmares. The only one that ever made me feel safe. The one who made me sure I wanted to discover what it is like to be taken. Completely and fully.”
His hand glided farther around to the front, and his knuckles brushed the top of my thigh before he pressed his fingers between my legs. He just barely rubbed me over my cotton shorts, never taking his eyes from mine as he did.
I jolted forward on a rasp.
“You good?” he asked.
“I’m not afraid.”
I’d never been with him.
He shifted and dragged my shorts and panties aside.
Cool air rushed across my lips, then heat seared through me when he dragged the tips of his fingers through my folds. “Otto.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Every yes.”
He smirked, though it was almost pained as he nudged my legs wider, and his tongue stroked out across his lips as he dragged his fingers through me, back and forth, a fraction deeper with each pass.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Fuckin’ drenched.”
I wheezed, holding on tighter as he started to push his fingers inside me. Desire whipped my insides into a frenzy.
A torrent of need that flooded the room.
Banged at the walls and bashed at my consciousness.
A tornado of greed spun with the faintest flickers of nerves at the disbelief that this was actually happening.
That I was being…touched.
And I wanted it.
Oh God, how much I wanted it.
He let go of my hair and looped that arm around my waist, holding onto me as he slowly…so slowly…pressed two big fingers into my pussy.
A tremor rocked through me. An earthquake of sensation that tumbled and rolled.
Leaning in, he ran his nose along my neck, and he inhaled as if he were trying to draw me all the way inside.
Take me in.
Consume me.
His words vibrated through me when he murmured, “So fuckin’ tight. Wet and tight and needy. Do you shove that toy deep into this needy pussy when you fuck yourself thinkin’ about me?”
I didn’t think it was even a question. It sounded like a claim.
Lightheadedness swept through me as my head swished back and forth.
I felt half detached. Half grounded.
I could feel him everywhere, though it didn’t feel like it could ever be enough.
He brushed the pad of his thumb over my clit.
The most embarrassing sound crawled up my throat as I clawed at his shoulders. “Oh God, Otto.”
“Listen to you, my name on your tongue. Wait until I have you shouting it.”