Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
It’s why I turned away from so many companies. I never let myself get pulled too deep. Until now. I let myself be lured in. I want to feel the burn of Vane Bartow.
“Vane,” I whimper. Do I want him to stop, or do I want more? I swear he wants to consume me, but I can’t trust myself. I want it too much.
“I’m sorry,” he growls against my mouth, making my heart drop. “I was going to feed you, but I need you.” His eyes are pleading. I don’t have a clue what he means until he lifts me off my feet.
Before I know what’s happening, my panties are down around my ankles, and Vane’s head is between my thighs feasting like a starved animal.
Me being the only thing that will sate his hunger.
At least that’s what I tell myself.
8
VANE
I never should’ve waited this long to taste her. She overwhelms me, her fucking honey on my tongue as I lick and suck her warm skin.
She jolts, and I pin her hips down, keeping her still as I explore. I need to know what makes her moan, what she wants more than anything. Pressing my tongue inside her, I savor the way she squeezes for me. And when I pull out and stroke her sweet little clit, she gasps.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her, then suck her clit between my lips.
“Vane!” she cries, the sound so fucking good in my ears.
I don’t want her to hold back, not with me, not ever. I pull back and lick her with the broad side of my tongue, and when I focus back on her clit, lashing it, she moans low in her throat.
Giving her more, I tease that little nub, then ease a finger into her tight pussy. Fucking hell, she feels amazing, her body keyed up and wet for me. When she runs her fingers through my hair, I groan.
My cock is surging in my pants, my need for her growing with every second, but I can’t give up this taste, this delicious perfection between her thighs.
“Vane, I–” Her nails dig in.
I slip another finger inside, feeling her walls tense even more as I lick her clit faster and faster.
She arches, her body a live wire, and I feel when she unwinds, her body letting go as I thrust my fingers into her and wish it was my cock instead. I lick and swallow, drinking all her sweetness as she moans and finally gasps, her body going lax as I keep tasting her. I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop.
I swirl my tongue, lapping up every bit of her as she shivers.
“No more. I can’t–” Her voice is pleading.
I grip her hips harder, needing more.
But she makes the sweetest mewling sound, and it brings me to my senses. I back off, but first I press a kiss to her sweet cunt.
When I stand, I pull her to a sitting position, her expression dazed as she meets my eyes. I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick every bit of her honey away as she watches, her mouth dropping open.
“You just–you …” she sputters.
“I ate your pussy, and I’d like to do it again.” I pull her to the edge of the island, her wet heat pressed against the seam of my pants. “If you’ll let me.”
“You tricked me,” she says breathlessly. “Led me into a trap, and then y-you injected me.” She shakes her head and puts her hands on my chest. “And then you did that… And now you’re asking for permission?”
I lick my lips, savoring what’s left of her. “Sometimes I get carried away. Actually, that’s not entirely true. When it comes to you, I get carried away.” I cup her cheek, so fucking happy when she lets me do it. “I’m sorry about the injection. I just couldn’t risk you hurting yourself. I had to get you somewhere safe, somewhere I could show you how much you mean to me, and I needed to do it without interference.”
She blinks. “Are you about to put me down a well and tell me to put the lotion on my skin?”
I smirk. “That’s not one of your kinks.”
She cocks her head to the side. “Excuse me?”
I lean down and nip at her throat, enjoying the way her pulse flickers at my touch. “You have a varied porn-watching history, but extreme kidnap kink isn’t in there. Having your pussy eaten, though, that’s close to the top of your list.” I kiss her throat.
She grips my arms. “You can’t hack my system. No one can–”
“I can.” I meet her eyes again, my gaze straying to her lips. “It’s how I know everything about you. It’s also how I know you’re the one for me. The only one.”
“You’re verifiably insane.” She shakes her head. But I notice she isn’t pulling away. She isn’t scared. If anything, she’s even more turned on. The blush on her cheeks, the way her pupils are dilated–fuck, she needs me almost as much as I need her.