Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 152616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 610(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 610(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
“And in those few years that you’ve been here,” he said, the thumb at my breast moving in the same slow sweeps as the one along my inner thigh. His touch created a heat that spread across my skin and seeped into my blood. “How often have you proved to be quite the decadent distraction?”
I grinned, letting myself explore a little further, brushing my fingers against the thick, impossibly hard flesh between his legs. He made a sound, a deep one that came from his chest as I traced his rigid length. The flesh there was smooth yet gently ridged. Toward the base, he was thicker and rounder, almost as if the flesh was more . . . round there. I hadn’t looked close enough to notice that, and I’d never felt anything like it, nor had Naomi mentioned anything of the sort. I had no idea what that would feel like in . . . inside me, but my imagination . . .
Goodness.
My fingers floated away. I swallowed as muscles low in my stomach clenched. “That I cannot answer.”
“Interesting,” he remarked, and my hips jerked as his knuckles brushed the very center of me. The corners of his lips tipped up. The stars seemed to pulse in his eyes as his fingers dipped deeper along my thigh.
Feeling breathless, I shuddered as his fingers closed around my nipple. I tried to focus on anything other than what he was doing with his hands, but his touch was increasingly distracting, as was the feel of his flesh beneath my hands.
Prince Thorne’s head tilted to the side as I spread my fingers. Beneath them, the muscles of his stomach seemed to tighten and relax. “How did you become a favorite of the Baron’s?”
My heart turned over heavily as my gaze shot to his. “As one typically does.”
A tight smile reappeared as I lowered my head to his neck. I pressed my lips there, kissing him softly and slowly working my way down, nipping at the skin at the curve of his shoulder.
“Like this?” he asked, brushing the back of his hand along the center of me once more.
“Many ways,” I murmured against his chest, the salt of his skin and the faint flavor of soap gathering against my lips.
The hand on my thigh slid an inch or two down. I tensed, pulse skipping as one of his fingers drifted along the slit. It was a barely there touch, but my entire body jerked in response.
My fingers curled against his skin as I dragged my hands up. I licked at the hard line of his chest. I knew I should be using my hands elsewhere, but I was already distracted enough. Possibly too much, because I could barely see the white wall now. “What other— ” I gasped as a finger of his pressed down on the sensitive center of nerves.
“You were saying?”
What was I saying? Oh, yes. Why he was here. “What other reasons could’ve brought you to the manor?”
His finger swirled around my clit, causing me to tremor. “You ask many questions, na’laa.”
“I’m known to be very curious.”
“And stubborn?”
“Maybe that— ” I gasped as his head dipped suddenly. His warm breath on my skin was the only warning I had before his mouth closed over my nipple. I trembled as his tongue teased, sending shivers of pleasure racing through me. His hand came up to cup my other breast, thumbing the sensitive peak. A breathy moan escaped me. He then drew my nipple into his mouth, sucking deep and hard. I shook, crying out. He chuckled low in his throat, and the sound vibrated in the most wantonly delicious way.
He slowly released the throbbing flesh from his mouth. “Sorry,” he said, brushing his lips over the skin. “I wanted to know what your skin tasted like.”
My nails scraped against his hard flesh as I slipped my hand over his navel and underwater. “And what does my skin taste like, Your Grace?”
“Thorne,” he sighed, trailing a path of hot, wet kisses to my other breast. His tongue flicked out, tantalizing and wicked. “Your skin tastes of hunger and smells of . . .” His lips then coasted along the side of my throat, coaxing my head back. He didn’t need to. I was already giving him whatever he sought. “Cherries.”
“Cherries?” My fingers brushed against his cock. It had been a while since I finished a man. From previous experience, I judged that it wasn’t all that difficult; most men seemed rather easy to please. But this was a Hyhborn prince. I hesitated as I wrapped my hand around him, unsure.
“Your skin smells of the cherries that flourish in the meadows of Highgrove.” His other hand slipped from my breast and found mine beneath the water. “I bet your lips taste just as sweet.”