Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
I sob his name, my core clenching as his sinful voice and wicked tongue work in unison, wrecking my senses. Kaiden Huxley is a bad, bad man. And God help me, I think I love it. "Kaiden, please," I sob, pulling fistfuls of his hair. "Please!"
"Not until you give me what I want. Scream for me, princess." His tongue circles my entrance and then dips inside. "I want to hear that pretty voice breaking on my name while I have my tongue buried in your sweet little cunt."
"Kaiden!" I scream as the need to come becomes unbearable.
"Now. Give it to me," he growls, attacking my center like I'm his last meal. He buries his face in me, working it back and forth as his lips and tongue work unholy magic on me. He snarls and curses as he eats me, and I'm not sure which of us is enjoying this more.
Every muscle in my body clenches as the orgasm erupts in my core and then flows outward, consuming me. It unmakes me from the inside out, leaving me crying out his name as pleasure melts to ecstasy and then to pure rapture.
I fall limp against the door, gasping for breath.
"Up, princess," he murmurs, dragging me into his arms. "I'm not finished with you yet."
"Mm," I moan, allowing him to cradle me against his chest. He holds me gently, as if I'm something precious and worthy of great care. His hand runs through my hair, smoothing it away from my face. I pry my eyes open, staring up at him in wonder.
He's so damn fierce. So damn beautiful.
"Where's your room?" he asks.
"Upstairs, first door on the right."
He jerks his head in a nod, striding toward the stairs.
I lift my hand to touch his scar. He tenses but doesn't pull away.
"Does it hurt?" I ask.
"Used to hurt like a motherfucker," he mutters. "Now it just hurts to look at."
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
"Wasn't talking about me, princess." His eyes meet mine as he ascends the stairs, moving stiffly…as if he has trouble with his leg. If carrying me bothers him, though, he doesn't show it. He barely seems to notice my weight at all. He's powerful and confident. "I see the way people look at me."
"I'm not them, Kaiden. I'm not looking at your scar when I look at you, okay?"
"Yeah? What are you looking at?"
"You," I say simply. "I'm looking at you, Kaiden Huxley."
He shakes his head. "I'm not nearly good enough to kiss your feet, let alone lick that perfect little cunt, princess. But so long as you aren't telling me no, I'm not questioning my luck."
"Good because I'm not telling you no. We'll work on the rest of it later." My teeth sink into my bottom lip as a thought occurs. One I should probably tell him now before he finds out on his own. "Um, just so you know…I've never done this before."
"Done what?"
"This." My cheeks heat with embarrassment. "I'm, um…well, what I'm trying to say…."
"You trying to tell me you're a virgin, Laura?"
"Yes," I whisper.
He graces me with one of those rare smiles. His hand drifts down the side of my face. "Believe me; I'm well aware."
"Really? Wait. How?"
He chuckles, carrying me into my room. And then he pauses and glances around.
"Nice," he murmurs.
"Thanks." I smile, glad he approves. My room is my sanctuary. It was designed for comfort and relaxation. The gray and black walls make it feel a little like a giant cave with plants and flowers trailing from hangers in the corners. When the curtains are open, natural light pours in from the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the valley on the far side of the room. The gold furniture and purple bedding add pops of color. Lighting hangs from invisible wires, seeming to float suspended in midair.
"I could taste it on you."
"What?"
"Your virginity." He strides toward the bed, stopping at the foot. He dips his head to look at me again, his eyes dark. His lips trail down the side of my face and then brush across mine. "Tastes like it'll belong to me soon, princess."
I groan as my stomach turns a flip, heat flooding my system all over again.
He sets me on my feet in front of him, keeping me anchored to his body with one hand on my hip. His mouth touches mine again in a soft kiss. And then he dips his head, kissing along my cleavage. I throw my head back, moaning his name.
I moan it louder when he tugs my dress down to pull one hard nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth. God, his mouth is delightful. And sinful. He's very good with it. Too good, perhaps. My legs tremble, my knees threatening to give out as he licks and bites my nipples, driving me crazy all over again.
I'm a stuttering, sweaty mess. And he's still fully dressed. That doesn't seem entirely fair to me. I want to see him too, touch him too. I reach for him, working through the buttons on his shirt with thick, uncooperative fingers.