Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 138334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 692(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 692(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
She thought her breasts too small. He thought she was perfect. Her skin was the softest thing he’d ever felt in his life. Right now, no matter how gentle he tried to be, the moment Whisper began to rise and the heat hit, control went out the window. The evidence was there like a proprietary label, all over her. He used to want to see his marks on her. Now he winced at seeing them there. The bruising and the bite marks were worrisome to him. She didn’t complain because Meiling didn’t complain.
“You’re frowning, Leopard Boy.” Meiling rubbed at the frown with her finger. “What’s wrong? What did I miss?”
He caught her finger with his lips and drew it into the heat of his mouth. You haven’t missed a thing. Just waking my woman up with her coffee. He sucked on her finger for a moment, watching desire creep into the dark chocolate in her eyes. She was so beautiful, she stole his breath.
She never flinched away from the hard things. Never. This was hard. Coming back to Venezuela, where Libby had been kidnapped, trafficked and murdered. Where her friends had been tortured and murdered. She refused to stay back and let him come alone. Before, he had always wanted her with him. Now, he wanted to shield her. Meiling just smiled sweetly and refused to stay behind.
Gedeon nipped at her fingertip before releasing it, so she could drink her coffee. “I’ve met Lubin Diaz several times and done work for him. He’s never gone back on his word, not to me, and as far as I could tell, not with anyone else. That hasn’t been as true with his sons. Frankie was a mess. He was the most likable family member. He meant well. He always had ideas and they were always shit ideas. Miguel didn’t have a lot of patience with him, but Lubin, as much as he would act annoyed in public, doted on him.”
“Do you know why Miguel and Frankie were so different? Did they have different mothers?”
Gedeon shook his head. “No. When Frankie was born, he was deprived of oxygen. He nearly died. His mother did. He was all Lubin and Miguel had left of her. As much as Miguel would get pissed at him, he loved him too. Anyone who made fun of Frankie got the crap beat out of them, or worse. Miguel didn’t let anyone mess with his brother. He did. All the time. He thought he would toughen him up.”
She sipped at the coffee, sometimes closing her eyes as if savoring it, as if it were the nectar of the gods. He ran his finger from her collarbone over the swell of her breast to her nipple. Instantly he got a reaction. Her nipple hardened into a tight bud. He dipped his head, sliding his arm around her back to steady her while he licked, suckled and then drew her breast into the heat of his mouth. He flattened her nipple against the roof of his mouth with his tongue and pressed it there while he sucked.
Meiling cradled his head with one arm, holding him close to her, her breath coming in ragged little pants. He took the coffee cup out of her hand and set it aside before the dark liquid spilled everywhere, all the while his mouth stayed busy. He dragged the sheet from her body and took her hand, guiding it between her legs. Using his fingers, he curled hers and inserted two into her already wet entrance. She was like that for him. Hot. Ready. Never turning him away. This was not about their leopards. This was about Meiling wanting to be with Gedeon.
She loved pleasing him. She worked at taking his length and girth in her mouth. She gave him that without thought for her own pleasure. Now she gave her body to him, whatever he wanted. When they were out and he kissed her, no matter where they were, she kissed him back without reservation.
He curled their fingers into her and stroked, pressing against that little bundle of nerves that could drive her wild. “Right there, baby. Keep that up. Don’t stop.” He whispered the command against her breast and brought up his hand to cup her left breast while he worked her right with his mouth.
She did what he said. He watched her fingers moving and her hips rocking, pushing up to meet her fingers. The sight was sensual. Erotic. He tugged on her nipple. Pinched down. Bit gently. She moaned. The sound went through his body like a spear of pure fire, arrowing straight to his cock. He kissed her breasts and dropped his hands to his jeans, opening them, releasing his erection. He was so full and aching.
Catching her easily by her thighs, he lifted her as he dropped to his back. “Ride me, Lotus.” His voice was hoarse. Husky. He positioned her body right over his straining cock and began to lower her, holding her thighs apart. “Pinch your nipples the way I was doing. Arch your back for me.”