Total pages in book: 207
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
This was the real Ilie Marcovici.
“And you know this, don’t you, ma lisse? You can deny it with your words, but your body knows it.” His hands left her waist and moved up, past her rib cage, before stopping right under her breasts.
She shuddered anew. Oh, how close he was to touching her breasts, which were now swelling and aching like she was about to burst.
She watched his gaze trail down to her breasts, and she swallowed, his hungry eyes making her nipples pucker into life.
“These breasts can’t be seen by anyone else, ma lisse. Anyone who stares at them will have his eyes torn out, and you wouldn’t want to be the reason for people to go blind. Would you?” His silver eyes – the part of him that was always pure wolf – captured hers.
She shook her head. “N-no.”
“Good.” His satisfaction was primal. She wanted to think he was being barbaric, but her body felt differently, arousal making her want to cry out for his touch.
His gaze went back to her breasts, and she whimpered at the way his eyes devoured them. “Do you know what this kind of dress does to me? Do you?” He fingers grazed the undersides of her breasts, and oh, how that simple touch made her ache even harder.
“It makes me want to scoop my hands inside it—-”
And then he was doing it, his large, powerful hands scooping into her gown until the silk inched down and her breasts filled his palms.
Aaaaaaaaah.
He began to knead her breasts, and her head fell back as pleasure rocked her body. He squeezed her breasts hard, and it squeezed a moan out of her. Then his fingers found her nipples, and nothing – oh, God, nothing – could have prepared her for how excruciatingly exquisite it was. He began to tug, and she began to pant.
He tugged harder, she panted harder.
He tugged faster, she panted faster.
And then his mouth replaced his fingers on one nipple—-
“Ilie!” His name came out a sob, and her fingers instinctively found their way up to his hair. He started to suck, and she started to grip his head to her. He sucked hard, and she pushed her nipple deeper into his mouth, wanting it never to end.
“Ilie.” She sobbed his name again, hoping he understood what she could no longer put in words.
He moved to her other breast, sucking hard on her nipple, and she could only sob his name over and over.
“Ilie.”
She rocked against him, wanting more.
More.
More!
And as if he had heard her – she didn’t really know, she was no longer aware of which thoughts of hers made it to him – he suddenly had their positions switching, his inhuman speed allowing him to settle her on his seat in the blink of an eye.
He was kneeling in front of her.
She gasped, “What are—-”
He didn’t answer, only moving his hands under her skirts.
She forgot what she had to say.
His knees settled on her knees, and she whimpered.
His head disappeared under her skirts.
No, he couldn’t—-
She felt him starting to push her legs apart.
Oh my God, what he was doing?
It was broad daylight!
“No!” She tried inching away from him. “My lord, no—-”
But he now had her wide open.
“Ilie, oh God, no—-”
There was a tearing sound, and she cried out in shock. “My lord!” He had torn her drawers open! She struggled harder, her breasts bouncing in her efforts.
Hold on, she heard him in his mind.
What? Why?
And then she heard him say out loud, “Run.”
The horses flew in a thunderous gallop at the command.
At the same time, she felt him move under her skirts, and the next moment, his fingers had parted her folds open and his tongue slipped inside of her.
She screamed and held on to her dear life.
I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until I taste your cum in my mouth.
She couldn’t answer him, could only focus on the ability to breathe while the marquis fucked her with his tongue. The carriage bounced hard with each thrust, making every wet, deep penetration feel rougher, and it was everything she had wanted to beg for and more.
Gripping the sides of the phaeton, she could only hold on as the carriage rolled down the road and the marquis devoured her with his mouth.
Her heart began to race, and she had a hard time catching her breath.
The pleasure began to mount.
Her hands tightened its grips.
The marquis’ mouth lifted.
She cried out in protest.
His fingers slipped inside of her just as he sucked on her clit.
Scream for me, ma lisse.
She came, and she screamed for him.
She came, her essence flowing out, and he lapped it all up, his tongue leaving her clit even as his fingers didn’t stop thrusting.
Her eyes drifted closed when his mouth finally left her. She felt him arranging her clothes, felt him placing her next to him, his arm curving around her shoulders as her head fell against his chest.