Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
I give him exactly what he demands, grinding against his mouth…losing myself to the sinful pleasure of his tongue.
He snarls, licking into me with deep, forceful strokes that make my thighs tremble around his head. His stubble scrapes the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, the sharp contrast of rough stubble and soft lips sending electricity jolting through my veins.
"Fuck," he growls, flicking his tongue rapidly over my swollen clit. "Once you say your vows, I'm going to feast on this perfect cunt for hours, keep you coming all over my face."
I whimper and buck against him, chasing the orgasm building with every flick and swirl of his wicked tongue. He seals his lips around my clit and sucks hard, pushing two thick fingers knuckle-deep inside me.
"Come on my tongue," he demands, giving my inner thigh a sharp nip. "Give me what I want, Tempest. Soak my fucking face so I can taste heaven."
I'm not sure if it's his filthy words, his wild eyes, the way he owns my body or a combination of all three, but something sets me off. I shatter with a sharp cry, my release flooding his greedy mouth as he wrings every last tremor from me.
Wave after wave crashes over me, stealing all reason, all sanity.
He drinks down every drop, growling as he licks me through every aftershock. He leaves me trembling, so wrung out I can't breathe.
I'm plastered to the door, draped over his shoulders…wrecked.
God. What is he doing to me? How is it possible to feel this much for one man?
He looks up at me, licking his lips, his hazel eyes scorching. "Utter goddamn perfect," he whispers, holding my gaze as he presses a soft kiss to my clit.
My cheeks heat, a full-body blush sweeping through me.
He smiles—the first smile I've seen from him. And damn, that grin is devasting. He's like a wicked, unrepentant little boy, all arrogance and sweetness as he slowly lowers me to my feet and then rises.
He holds onto me, keeping me steady, his eyes wild and fierce. "Get dressed," he orders, his voice clipped as he steps back.
"W-what? Why?" I stutter, still trying to catch my breath. Still reeling.
"We're getting married." The way he looks at me…I know there isn't a chance in hell of talking him out of this. Not this time. For some reason, he's decided he wants this. He wants me.
"Dalton, I…"
"Don't you dare question this," he growls, gripping my ass to lift me against him. I feel his erection pressed against my dripping sex and whimper. "You're mine, Tempest Evernight. And we're making it fucking official. Now."
I gulp, praying to God this man doesn't shatter my heart. Because he might not realize it yet, but he's the only one with the power to do it. And I'm about to tie my life to his, for better or worse.
Chapter Five
Dalton
Alittle after two in the morning, I stand in Judge McIverson's chambers, my heart pounding, unable to take my eyes off Tempest.
She's a fucking vision with her red dress clinging to her curves, her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm.
Christ, I can still taste that orgasm on my tongue. It's taking every ounce of my control not to drag her into my arms and devour her right here and now. But I can't do that. Not yet.
Cash and Riley Jamison are beside us, here to stand witness to this marriage. They were at Memphis's bar with me before I left to go see Tempest. I had them on standby with the judge. I knew before I ever showed up at her hotel tonight that I wasn't leaving until she agreed to marry me.
I don't care if I didn't play fair tonight. When it comes to her, I won't. One way or another, this marriage was going to happen, even if I had to carry her to the fucking altar, wrung out and incoherent. I think I decided that much before I even left her hotel yesterday. She's mine. My future. My wife.
The judge is speaking, but I don't hear a fucking word. All I see is Tempest and those amber eyes. There's so much emotion in them—hope, desire, a fierce determination that takes my goddamn breath away. And something else, something I pray to fucking God isn't just my imagination because it looks a whole lot like love.
"Dalton, repeat after me," McIverson says. "I, Dalton James Grady, take you, Tempest Reign Evernight, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, honor, and to cherish, till death us do part."
I tear my gaze away from her to focus on the words spilling from my lips. My voice shakes as I promise to love, honor, and cherish her for the rest of my life. Not because I don't want this, but because I'm fucking terrified that I'll fail her, that I won't be the man she deserves.