Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I moaned in return. His flavor was addicting, stealing my sanity and having that frantic panic rising in me for a whole different reason. All I could think about was giving myself to Cian in every single way imaginable, connecting us as only two people could be, in the most intimate of ways. I wanted him over me, his big, heavy body pressing me down to the mattress, stealing some of the air from my lungs as he pushed into me, as he forced me to take every inch of him.
I wanted to feel that pleasure, that pain. I wanted to feel the darkness, because I knew Cian wouldn’t let it take me. I wanted it all, and I knew he wouldn’t deny me.
“Evie,” he growled against my mouth, and I could feel the hesitation, wondering if he’d stop me, if he’d stop this.
“Don’t say no. Don’t tell me no.” I was the one to cup his face now, his scruff-roughened cheeks scraping under my palms and sending tingles of awareness down to my pussy. My inner muscles clenched hard, the very idea of him inside me causing so much wetness to spill from me that I had no doubt in a matter of minutes my sweatpants would be soaked clean through.
He growled deeply and said, “Never.” And then his hand was tunneling into the back of my hair, his fingers curling against the strands hard. He pulled my head back forcefully until the gasp of surprise mixed with pleasure and pain slammed through my body. His mouth worked on my throat, lips, and tongue, teeth and sharpened fangs scraping along the tender skin of my neck until I moaned wildly.
He started nibbling on the side of my neck, and explosions of ecstasy washed through me. I could hear him murmuring, but his words were muffled against my flesh, and I knew they were in Gaelic.
“English,” I cried out at how good this all felt. “I want to know what you’re saying.” My words sounded needier than I meant, but I was surprised I could even form a coherent sentence for as hot as I was right now.
Cian gripped my hips, and I felt a prick of pain. I forced myself to look down and see his nails were now sharpened into claws. Oh God, why does that turn me on so much? Why did the knowledge that he was starting to turn have another gush spilling from my pussy?
The world shifted slightly as he adjusted me, turned me so my knees were on either side of his waist, my body straddling his. I felt his hard cock pressed right to my pussy. It was the same position we’d been in on the couch, and I couldn’t complain. I wouldn’t, not when I started rubbing myself back and forth on him, grinding my pussy against his cock, hating that we had any kind of clothes obstructing skin on skin.
“Evie,” he growled and nipped at my throat, and I gasped, tangling my hands in his short hair, pulling at the strands until he grunted and lifted his hips in time with my pussy rubbing along his cock. “I said I’m going tae put my mark here. I’m going tae mark ye so fooking hard it’s never going to heal fully. Every damn male is going tae kno’ that ye’re mine, and if they dare tae even look at ye, they’ll kno’ my wrath.”
He slid his hand to my throat and curled his fingers around it, holding me firmly and bringing my mouth back to his. He tongued me so good, so hard and possessively, that there wasn’t an inch of my mouth I was sure he didn’t already have memorized.
I ran my tongue along one of the sharpened canines, feeling it prick at the very tip, hearing him groan right before he sucked on my tongue, drawing up the blood from that tiny cut.
“I need you,” I moaned, sounding so desperate that I should’ve been embarrassed. But God… I wasn’t.
“I donna want tae rush ye. I want tae be gentle… but I donna think I can.”
I tugged at his hair until he broke the kiss, until we were looking into each other’s eyes, and I could see his glowing blue irises. “Who said I wanted gentle? I just want you.”
He made a deep sound, and then I was flat on my back in the center of the mattress, Cian looming over me and his hands tearing at my clothing. I was all too happy to help, lifting my hips so he could pull my pants down, raising my upper body up so my shirt could be tossed aside.
And then he was going for his clothes before I could beg him to do just that. He reached behind his head and grabbed his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before tossing it aside. The air left me violently at the sight of his chest.