Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
I inch closer and closer, feeling the pull like a moth flittering to a flame just to see how close it can get. And the second my fingers make contact with her skin, an electrical current shoots up through my veins.
Fuck.
I watch her eyes flick and wait to see if she wakes up, but she doesn’t, so I slide my hand down her body. First across her neck and arms … then down her chest and belly, where I slowly creep up underneath.
I point my knife straight at her neck, imagining what she’ll do if she wakes up.
Would she be scared? Would she try to snatch it out of my hand? Or would she be embarrassed at the fact that her whole body just erupted into goose bumps under my touch?
I snort from how easily I can make her body mine. The fabric moves along with my fingers as she lies on the couch, far away in dreamland, and it makes me wonder what she’s dreaming about. If she can feel my fingers crawling up her skin until her tits are exposed.
My pants grow tighter, and my mouth waters, and I can’t help but lean over and roll my tongue over those hardened nipples. Still, she doesn’t rouse from her sleep. Max must’ve fucked so hard she couldn’t even stay awake.
Does that boy have such a good cock? Or is she just easily destroyed?
I slip my hand down her waist, across her navel, and down across the scar embedded into her skin, and even then, I still slide lower until I reach her panties. Her thighs briefly squeeze together but then relax as I start to circle her clit. The moans she lets out in her sleep are exquisite, like a silent whisper straight from her filthy dreams.
It spurs me to roll my fingers around until her legs slowly begin to widen for me.
“Do you even know how you’ve gotten under all of our skins?” I murmur, but it still doesn’t wake her even though my knife is still firmly lodged between her neck and her chest. “Or was that your plan all along, little thief?”
My eyes flicker to my own fingers as her panties grow wetter and wetter underneath, and a filthy grin forms on my face.
I’ve been looking for something more for so long … but maybe the one thing I need is right beneath my fingertips.
And if Max is so goddamn pleased by pleasuring her, then it’s time for me to find out exactly why that is.
CHAPTER 23
Heath
I circle around and around, watching her body get more and more excited despite the fact that she’s still fast asleep, so I slowly slide the fabric of her panties away and slip inside.
She’s so goddamn wet, it makes my cock bob up and down in my pants. But it’s her moans most of all that make me crazy with lust.
“You’re a filthy one, aren’t you?” I whisper, my tongue darting out to lick her neck right above the blade. “Even in your sleep, you still want it.”
I flick her clit until it’s engorged, then dip into her wetness and watch her lips curl up as a soft moan slips out. Still, she doesn’t wake from her deep sleep.
I bring my free hand to my pants and pull out my hard-on, stroking it while I toy with her. I deepen my finger thrusts, coaxing out more wetness as I touch her G-spot. Wetness from her own juices or Max’s cum? I can’t tell, but her moans reveal the truth.
Her hand slips from underneath her head and nearly touches me as it flops down the couch. Her nipples tighten even more, and I grin from the way my fingers are affecting her so much.
Does she think of riding Max in her sleep?
Or does she secretly imagine it’s Silas or me she’s fucking?
I know we’ve already invaded her mind.
Her body yearns for more, more than what Max could ever offer her. It needs someone who isn’t afraid to make it bend, to twist it into knots just for the sake of pleasure.
Max doesn’t know how to make her ache.
How to make her want to drop to her knees and beg.
But I do.
I pull my fingers out and bring them to my mouth. The taste is divine, and I groan with excitement, ready to claim what I conquered. No wonder Silas loved licking her so much.
I place my knife down on the scar Silas left, push her legs farther open, and slip my head between until my tongue hits her pussy. She moans again as I begin to roll it around and taste her sweetness on my tongue. And I realize then and there I’ve never wanted to lick a pussy more than this fucking one right here.
I dig in, lapping her up like there’s no one stopping me from claiming what I want.