Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
His voice breaks through the silence, low and slightly rough. “Isabel…” It’s all he says, barely more than a whisper, but it sends a ripple of need along my spine. The unspoken question—Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?—hangs in the air.
He pushes the toy closer to my center, a tiny gasp echoing past my lips. “Lincoln,” I whisper.
He’s close, so close I can feel his hot breath against my cheek. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want you to stop.” And I don’t. Not even a little bit. I didn’t realize how starved for an orgasm I’ve been.
It’s been ages since I’ve even thought about anything sexual. He pushes the toy against my center, lining it with my clit, and he pushes my legs apart with his other hand.
“Let me see you get off, Isabel.”
Just his words alone have me nearly coming undone, but instead of focusing on the pulsing between my legs, I focus on his uneven breaths. This is affecting him.
I smile as he flicks the vibrator’s settings. The toy buzzes faster, the sensations jolting through my system. “Oh god,” I cry out as he pushes it harder against my clit. I want to call out his name, but I’m not sure if that’s pushing another boundary. How far past that line have we gone?
“If I use this toy on you in the club are you going to come for me like a good girl?”
I nod, biting my lower lip. “Yes, Lincoln… ah, yes.” My body’s so close to crashing over the threshold. Every beat of my heart brings me one step closer to unraveling. “Oh, yes.” I can’t stop moaning.
“I love how vocal you are.” He inches closer, his scent wafting up my nose. “Are you going to be this vocal with an entire club watching you?”
That question has me stumped, but I don’t have much time to put any real thought into it because my body’s climbing higher and higher. I wish I was naked. I wish he was the one touching me along with the vibrator. I wish I could fucking see him right now. I’m half-tempted to rip this— I do it. I rip the damn blindfold off, and Lincoln’s eyes blaze into mine. Dark and haunted.
He’s so sexy I can barely stand it.
A slow smile spreads across his lips as he flicks the settings one last time, making the vibrator buzz out of control. “You like watching me get you off?”
“Yes,” I cry out. “I’m so close.”
“Do it for me. Show me how you’ll come for me at the sex club with others watching you. Will you smile at them? Will you make me want to murder every mother fucker who even looks your way?”
The thought of his jealousy does something to me. It has every nerve ending in my body sparking with heat. I’m ready to combust. “Yes, oh, Lincoln. Yes.”
He rests his forehead against mine, our hot breaths mingling together. “I will hunt every fucker who even watches you come, and end their life.” His breath matches mine as he moves the vibrator in rhythm to my thrusting.
“You can’t,” I remind him, my eyelids slamming shut as stars explode behind them. “You can’t,” I moan out, long and hard.
He traces one finger over my bottom lip. “You’re mine, Isabel. And everyone in that club needs to know it.”
That’s all it takes. My orgasm slams through me like a sudden storm surge, an unstoppable torrent of sensation that leaves my body trembling and my mind utterly overwhelmed. My breathing is ragged as I try to catch it. God. I’ve never felt anything so passionate in all my life.
I sense the moment Lincoln eases off the pressure, the toy drifting away, leaving my clit tingling and sensitive. My head spins with the rush of it all. Before I can form a coherent thought, he gently lifts his forehead from mine.
Lincoln’s gaze locks onto mine—smoldering, questioning, guarded. The thin line of his lips doesn’t conceal the desire burning there, but there’s concern too, warring with the desire in his expression. For a stretch of heartbeats, neither of us speaks.
In the hush, I force down a gulp of air. My voice comes out unsteady. “I… I’m, uh...”
He exhales in relief, setting the toy aside. “You okay?”
I nod, though the tension in my body hasn’t faded. My legs still hum with residual awareness, and my pulse thunders like I’ve sprinted a marathon. “Yeah. Just… wow.”
A hint of a smile ghosts his lips, tension rippling across his broad shoulders. “Yeah,” he echoes, voice raw. And I can tell he’s feeling it too.
I tug the blindfold the rest of the way off, letting it fall to my lap. My gaze darts away from him, half-embarrassed by the intensity of what we just shared. But his voice pulls me back.