Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Her shoulders fell. “Fine. I’m not the kind of girl to beg.”
“Yeah, you are. You just don’t know it yet,” I promised with a slow smile. Before she could turn that sharp tongue on me, I found a better use for it, kissing her hard and deep.
The first touch of her lips made me groan, the stroke of her tongue sending me into a frenzy of need. Just for her. Only for her.
Her hands were fast. Mine were faster.
Our mouths only separated for the time it took to get our shirts off. Boots and shoes hit the floor followed by pants and leathers as we kissed like it would be the last time. Our mouths were ravenous, taking and claiming, branding each other with the undeniable need that arced between us like electricity.
“Your skin is softer than silk,” I said against her mouth as my hands caught the backs of her thighs and lifted.
“You and your pretty words.” She smiled, running her fingers over my lips as she locked her ankles at the small of my back. “I thought you were going to make me beg?”
“Just wait.” I nipped at her fingers and carried her to my bed.
The scarlet sheets only made her skin seem more delicate, more breakable as I laid her down across the bed. We both gasped as our skin made contact, and the lace of her bra rubbed against my skin.
“I’m not good at waiting,” she whispered, her fingers stroking down my back, sending jolts of pleasure along my spine.
“Oh, but I am, my little witch.” I grinned and kissed her once, raising my head when she tried to deepen it. “Or did you think I only liked control outside the bedroom?”
Mischief sparkled in her eyes and she drew her knees up, pulling me into the cradle of her hips. I hissed at the feel of her heat against my cock. This was exactly the reason I’d left my underwear on. Skin-on-skin, and I would have given in and sank into her.
Instead, I kissed her breathless and didn’t stop until she was arching underneath me, pressing her breasts into my chest, rocking her hips against mine. Perfect. She was so damned perfect, and I was going to thoroughly enjoy devouring her.
I intimately acquainted myself with every inch of her skin, starting at her neck, her collarbone, the rise of her breasts. Her breaths were choppy by the time I unhooked her bra and sent it to the floor. Then she stopped breathing entirely as I teased her breasts, caressing every curve but the hard peak.
“Benedict,” she whimpered, her fingers spearing through my hair.
“Is that you begging?” I asked, lifting my gaze to hers.
Those gorgeous violet eyes flared, and I smiled for a heartbeat before sucking the peak of her breast into my mouth. I couldn’t keep from feasting on her skin, from sucking and tasting, testing my teeth against her beaded nipples.
Then I moved down, caressing the hollow of her waist with my hands even as my lips worshipped her ribs, her stomach. My tongue traced the indent of her belly button. “How can you be so fucking exquisite…” And not be mine? I bit off the rest of that question, sweeping my hands down her hips.
“You’re. Not. Bad. Yourself,” she said, her breath catching with every touch of my lips along the line of her thong.
I locked eyes with her as my thumbs hooked the barely-there straps of her pale blue underwear.
“Take them off,” she said with a nod, arching her hips.
I drew them down the long, lean expanse of her legs, keeping my eyes on hers, watching for the slightest signal that she’d change her mind. She didn’t.
“Gorgeous,” I noted as I stood at the edge of the bed, running my hands up the edges of her thighs. “You make me ache just by looking at you.”
A wicked smile lifted her lips. “Is that all? I thought you were starving,” she teased, turning her head to expose the pulse pounding in her neck.
My mouth watered, but it wasn’t her blood I wanted on my tongue, not yet.
“Ravenous.” I gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
“Benedict,” she whispered, her eyes flaring wide as I pushed her thighs apart and sank onto my knees.
“Is that begging?” I asked, my breath hovering over her pussy. She was smooth all over, glistening, pink, and already soaked. My dick throbbed, pushing against the confines of my boxer briefs.
“Never,” she said defiantly, but there was a hitch in her voice.
“We’ll see.” I grinned. Even with her splayed out naked on my bed, she wouldn’t surrender, and God, I loved that about her. Something in my chest flared bright at the use of that word and I shut out the thought completely. Right now wasn’t about feelings—at least not the emotional kind.