Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
My back arches from the pleasure. As when he spanked me, I like the bite of pain. It’s not hard enough to hurt, but the idea that it may perversely excites me. The fear makes me wetter. The cruel anticipation as the most tender part of my body is caught between his teeth, not knowing if he’s going to choose pain or pleasure, has sparks sizzling under my skin.
Slowly, he increases the pressure, tightening that vise until I writhe beneath him with exquisite pain.
I thread my fingers through the thick, soft strands of his hair, holding on instead of pushing him away like I should. “Sav.”
The discomfort flares as he lets go, the ache pulsing in one condensed point as if all my nerve endings are concentrated there. I untangle my fingers from his hair and push up on my elbows to look at him, to gauge his intentions. Because this game is dangerous.
His jacket slips from my shoulders and falls at my back, but the clean, spicy fragrance of his cologne still hangs like a soft, warm blanket around me. The notes of musk and sandalwood smell like strength and virility, like power and protection. Like the essence of a male. Of the silent promise when a man decides a woman is his. Of the kind of adoration and devotion only a few lucky women know.
He swipes a finger along the crease between my inner thigh and my folds and pulls the elastic of my underwear away. Cool air washes over my exposed skin. Lowering his head once more, he licks away the sting he inflicted.
My arms shake under the onslaught of the pleasure. I collapse onto my back, giving over to the sensations. I surrender to the languid lapping of his tongue, losing myself in the building ecstasy and the experience of a man who knows how to make my body sing. He’s thorough in provoking my arousal. The lazy strokes of his fingertips over my folds just before he parts them and slips a finger inside have me cry out with need.
“You taste delicious,” he says, the rough timbre of his voice reverberating in my core. Another nip. Another kiss. “You’re so damn tight. If I ever get inside you, I’m going to rip your body in two.”
His wicked words bring the picture to life in my mind, and my wanton body tightens around his finger. The stretch feels so good already. So full. Remembering the size I held in my palm, I’m not even sure I’ll be able to take him.
“You’re close,” he declares, brushing my dress over my stomach and laying a hand over my pelvis.
One more nip, pump, and lick, and the vise is no longer his mouth but something powerful inside me, something that locks my muscles into place as a violent current of electricity pulls everything to that one point before exploding with ripples of shockwaves.
The climax is so overpowering I’m quivering. I want it to last and to stop at the same time. My mind lost its ability to make decisions on behalf of my body, and all I can do is ride out the storm while it tears me to pieces.
When my breathing finally calms, Saverio still has his finger inside me. He flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit, inviting a full-body shiver that runs through me. I sag deeper into the mattress when the spasms finally abate. The fullness of his finger disappears, leaving me empty, but it’s soon replaced by soft, wet heat.
It takes enormous effort to strain my neck and lift my head.
He removed his finger, and he’s licking me from the top to the bottom of my slit.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are when you come for me?” he asks in a husky voice, lifting his head and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Too lethargic to answer, I close my eyes.
He lowers my legs. When I peel my eyelids open again, he stands over me at the edge of the bed, staring at my exposed sex where my elastic is pushed aside.
A flush of heat works its way up my neck. Reaching down, I pull the dress over my hips.
“Shower?” he asks.
Too tired, I shake my head.
“Come.” He offers me a hand. “Let’s get you to bed.”
My gaze is drawn to the telltale signs of his arousal. “What about you?”
He grins. “I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.”
I consider my answer. “What if I wanted to?”
Leaning closer, he cups my cheek. “If you wanted to, and I mean really wanted to, I’d know.”
“How?”
He grips my arms and pulls me to my feet, pushing our bodies flush together. “You would’ve been naked and begging for my cock on your knees.”
My mouth drops open, but he doesn’t give me time to reply. He turns me around and marches me to the bathroom.