Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Right now, I don’t care that there are people blindfolded behind this wall.
I don’t care that the flight attendant could come back at any second—and I kind of hope she does.
I don’t care that there are people upstairs who could throw us both off this jet if they caught us.
My toes curl and I tighten around his fingers as he continues to stroke me like his pet. His tongue sweeps over mine and I suck it into my mouth, his piercing catching my teeth.
Kicking my leg wide, his cock grinds against my stomach as I reach between us to take him out. My mouth waters, my chest caving in at the thought of tasting him.
He withdraws from our kiss and rests his forehead against mine. “The shit I wanna do to you will need longer than the time we’ve got.”
Fine.
I find his mouth again, and just like the first time, my skin sizzles as my brain whistles to a hypnotic tune. His tongue explores my mouth in a way that leaves flames blistering over my heart. The kiss turns frantic as he buries his hand in my hair, groaning when I tilt my head to the side to give him more access.
I’d give him anything at this point.
With my lips bruised and swollen, he detaches and dips down, catching my exposed nipple between his teeth as his tongue laps my piercing.
“Who else has seen these?”
Many people, my dear.
“Shut up,” I whisper, sweat beading between my breasts when he works his fingers inside of me, his teeth puncturing my swollen flesh.
He curls his fingers and caresses me roughly, my mouth popping open as the familiar flames ripple through my veins once more like a vine of poison ivy dipped in gasoline. I don’t even have a moment to realize I’m tipping over the edge before he catches my strangled moan as I dissolve around his fingers.
The shadows do nothing to hide the hunger in his eyes as his lips part and the corner lifts. Dragging his tongue over my breast and to the center of my chest, he trails the sweat all the way up to my jaw and bites greedily.
He stumbles backward, his eyes heavy on mine. I hate how much I ache to have his damn hands back on me. How obvious his presence is now that I don’t have it rubbing up against me.
I wish I never knew now.
A pang of regret bounces through me, but not for the reasons I want it to. Because I know, this was a taste, and like the gluttonous bitch that I am, it won’t be enough.
The dim lighting casts perfect lines over his features when he slowly lifts his fingers to his mouth, his tongue lapping over my cum.
I knew he would.
Asshole.
I straighten my shirt and put the girls away. “Fuck, I can’t believe we just did that.”
And I don’t regret it at all. Aside from… the part where now I know what he feels like and I never want to go a day without feeling him again. Shit.
He hasn’t said a word, and when I finally make a lame attempt at forcing my hair down from the nest at the back of my head, his lips roll behind his teeth to stop his smirk.
“What!” I snap at him, unable to hide my own. “Stop fucking staring at me like that.”
I’m looking to the side of where the aisle is when his next words catch my attention.
“Little Halen Hayes…” He stumbles backward slightly. “Who knew you tasted so good.”
Fuck. I’m in so much trouble.
War
I’m not the kind of man to live with regrets. Everything I do in life, I do because I fucking want to. Halen Hayes included. I could still smell her on my fingers when we landed in Perdita. She is a King, which means she’s fair game.
I’ll keep telling myself that.
I follow Vaden and Priest down the stairs that lead out onto the tarmac and awaiting cars. Four SUVs and a blacked-out Mercedes minibus.
Kinder meets us at the bottom, his ice-like eyes void of emotion as he looks over my shoulder, finding Halen. “The princess is finally in, I see.”
I step in the way of his sight. “Yeah, but if you look too much—” I lean to the side to catch his attention, since he’s so fixated on her. “—you might lose those pretty eyes, Lost Boy.”
Priest turns over his shoulder again, looking between Halen and I with indifference. Priest isn’t stupid. In fact, he’s entirely too fucking smart for his own good. It’s not a matter of when he’s going to figure it out. It’s a matter of when he’s going to approach it.
Kinder’s head dips somberly, stepping back as he gestures to the minivan. “How many are in this load?”
“Eight.” Priest points at the SUV nearest to us. “And they can go straight to the gully. Have them waiting for us.”