Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
He slowly pulls my jeans down my body, sinking with them so he can lift my feet one by one and slide the material all the way off, undressing me with so much care and attention I wonder if this is what the princesses of old used to feel like.
Before he stands, he presses a kiss against the side of my left knee, then trails his mouth up to kiss the rest of my leg, only stopping when he meets the fabric of my panties.
I shiver – not out of cold, but out of desire, feeling his touch on my skin and wanting more, more, more.
I feel the ghost of him move up behind me as he stands. The only sound in the room beside the fire is the light crinkling of clothes.
His hands slide up my back from my hips until they meet my bra, deft fingers working the clasp open. “Of course, the breast is usually seen as part of the trophy.”
A smile flits over my lips momentarily at the comparison, but then the clasp he undid falls loose, and my bra falls with it. Finlay catches the fabric and smoothly pulls it down over my arms, leaving my breasts bare, my hard nipples pebbled.
Without moving from behind me, Finlay slides his hands over my flesh until he finds my breasts, teasing my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until I moan and my head drops back.
He kisses my neck again, surrounding me, his strong arms around my body as I lean back against his firm chest. He massages and kneads my breasts with a gentle touch that only serves to inflame my arousal further, making me bite my lip and moan against him.
Against my ass, I can feel a hard rod through his pants, the heat of it noticeable even against the heat of the flames.
His hands leave me only for a moment and then settle on my hips, on the lace panties that are the only scrap of clothing I still have on.
“And then, there’s my favorite part of the deer,” he says, his voice a throaty whisper by my ear. “That adorable white tail.”
With those words, he pulls my panties away from my body, letting them drop to the floor once they’re past my thighs. His hands are on my ass then, grabbing it and squeezing, not so hard as to hurt – but only enough to make me realize how wet I already am.
He moves his hands over the swell of my hips and then around, down, until he can feel how wet I am. I can’t hold back my moans of need and desire when he slowly pushes the first finger inside me.
Finlay turns me around and captures my mouth with his, his hands roaming my body and bringing out sensations I never imagined were possible, turning my limbs into jelly as he worships every part of me.
The depth of his kiss is something I could drown in, so hungry and possessive, like he’s going to eat me alive.
“Oh, god,” I breathe when he breaks the kiss to drop his head to my breast and begins licking and sucking at my nipples. “Finlay.”
He looks up at me with a growl, a kind of animalistic look on his face. Saying his name seems to have a strong effect on him, that whatever he’s doing he stops immediately.
He scoops me up into his arms with another growl of desperate need. My legs wrap around him instinctively as he carries me over to the bed. He sets me gently on my back and then stands over me.
I can only watch with wide eyes as he reaches up for his collar and pulls his shirt over his head, abandoning it on the floor. His pants follow shortly after.
I can’t even focus on my own nakedness as I watch his body being unveiled. His hard abs, muscular arms and chest, strong legs, and the manly dark hair that is scattered across his torso is something to behold.
At last, he stands in only his impressively tented underwear – but as I watch, he yanks those down too, and the hard length I felt poking into me before springs into view.
I’m not sure my eyes can go any wider.
“Relax,” Finlay says, following my gaze. “I’ll be gentle with you.”
“It’s not that,” I whisper, unable to tear my eyes away. “It’s…are you sure it’s going to fit?”
Finlay chuckles and crawls above me on the bed, lean and taut, holding his body above mine.
“It will fit,” he promises and then kisses me with so much force and passion that every other thought leaves my mind.
Something comes over me, the passion in his kiss is incredible, and it leaves me breathless.
His hand slides between my legs again and begins working me over, his thumb swirling over that same bundle of nerves that sent me over the edge yesterday, and immediately has me seeing stars.