Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 114775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
It makes me laugh.
That laughter quickly disappears when Kas moves so quickly that he startles me. He picks me up and tosses me onto his bed.
He climbs up onto the bed and kneels between my parted legs. I rest up onto my elbows and stare up at him.
He’s magnificent. Like a god.
He reaches forward and hooks his fingers into my knickers.
I might not deserve him, but I get to have him. And, selfishly, I’m keeping him.
I lean back, lifting my hips, giving him better purchase to remove my undies.
I watch, nerves swimming in my stomach, as he slowly pulls my knickers down my legs.
His eyes are ablaze and fixed solely on the spot between my legs. He tosses my knickers to the floor, never once looking away from me.
His eyes graze up my stomach, over my breasts, and finally rest on my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t deserve you, Daisy.”
His words grip a tight hold of my heart.
“Yes, you do.” My words come out gravelly with emotion.
Leaning forward, he plants his hands on the bed, surrounding either side of my hips, and he presses a kiss to my stomach. My hands go on his head, fingers sliding into his hair. He licks and kisses and nibbles a path upward until he reaches my breasts. He rests his chin between the valley of my breasts and looks at me.
I bite my lip, my chest heaving with excitement.
His lips lift at the corner. Then, he cups a hand around my breast and takes my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh God.” A bolt of lust shoots between my legs, and my hips buck up off the bed, needing contact with him, my clit throbbing with need.
His hand comes off my breast and slides downward between my legs.
With my nipple still in his mouth, his eyes lift to mine. Dark and dangerous and so full of want for me.
It makes my stomach flip.
His fingers slip between me, running over my clit. I’m crazy wet, and I’m not even embarrassed about it. I want him to know what he does to me. How much I want him.
His eyes flare at the feel of me. He releases my nipple from his mouth. “You’re soaked,” he rasps out.
My mouth kicks up. “Well, you’re kinda hot, and you turn me on.”
A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Right back at ya, babe.”
Then, he slips a finger inside me, and all humor between us is gone.
“You’re so hot and tight.” His voice sounds ravaged with need.
“Kas…” I whimper, my nails digging into his arm.
Reading what I need, he starts to move his finger in and out, moving faster, fucking me with it. His thumb presses down on my clit, rubbing in circles over it. He licks his tongue over my nipple before sucking it back into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks.
I’m writhing and panting, needing this and him and more, so much more.
Then, he’s leaving my breast and kissing his way down my body, shifting lower. His finger lodged inside me, he stills it and puts his mouth on me. His tongue sweeps over my clit, and I cry out.
My legs widen shamelessly. My fingers glide into his hair again, and I push the strands behind his ears.
His eyes momentarily lift to mine, and the look in them almost brings the orgasm out of me. I’ve never seen such a look of pure need and desire and want.
He licks and sucks on my clit, and he starts fucking me with his finger again, driving me higher and higher.
I’m clawing at the duvet, my toes curled in, my eyes closing, as I move my hips in rhythm with his tongue, and then…
“I’m coming!” I cry out, my hips lifting off the bed.
Kas pins me down with his hands, his tongue mercilessly licking at my clit, until I’m wrung dry and begging for him to stop because I can’t take any more.
I blink my heavy eyes open, seeing Kas lift up from me. He pushes himself upright and rocks back onto his heels.
His mouth glistens with me. Eyes still on me, he runs his tongue over his lips before pressing the back of his hand to his mouth.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
He looks so commanding up there, staring down at me with lust-filled black eyes.
“You taste better than I imagined,” he tells me in a gravelly voice.
“You imagined this?”
“Every damn night since the first day you stepped through my front door.”
“Well, you don’t need to imagine anymore. You can have me. I’m yours.”
I expect him to smile, but he doesn’t. His eyes just stay pinned to mine as his hand goes to his cock, and he starts stroking over it.
Okay, I take back what I said before. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.