Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
“Don’t test me, Lavender. You don’t want me like this.”
“Sexsplaining, Raif. Really?”
I grip her thigh—my fingers just above her knee. “You want me wild, princess? You’re going the right way about it.”
“Yes.” A sibilant hiss as she presses her hand between her legs once more. “I want you wild and inside me.”
She is an invitation to destruction.
For us both, I think as I fall over her.
My fingers grasp, my tongue thrusts. Her mouth sucks. The moment was like gathering pace and momentum, gravel slipping over a hill and becoming an avalanche. It’s as though this is what we were built for. Like this thing between us finally makes sense.
“You drive me insane.” My hand at the base of her throat. “Make me feel like I could hurt you, like I could snap you in two.”
“Yes, Raif. Yes!” Her eyes fucking darken, my name on her lips all breath and relief as her slim fingers slide into my hair. “I want it,” she demands, pulling hard on the strands.
“Fuck!” The intensity rolls down my back, and I drop my hips over hers, the slow grind a signal of my attentions.
“Fuck!” The intensity rolls down my back, and I drop my hips over hers, the slow grind a signal of my attention.
“Don’t stop.”
“No, princess. Not until all that’s left are our sighs and our bones.”
The tenor changes from violence to tenderness as my fingers cradle her neck. Tan, rough fingertips to pale silk. I tip her chin, my lips a slow slide, the stubble on my cheek abrading as I press my thumb into her kiss-plump mouth.
I grunt as she catches it between her teeth, then use it to open her mouth to my kiss. Rough, passionate, her need meets mine as she moans, her fingers curling into my sides.
Need builds in my veins, my cock straining against her as every cell in my body seems to cry out for more. More touch. More taste. More skin. More Lavender as we kiss and kiss.
“Let me,” she rasps, her fingers plucking at my shirt. Pulling it from my waistband. “I want to feel you.” One button loose, two, then three, she yanks the cotton over my head. “God. You’re so beautiful.”
“Princess, that’s my line.”
But she doesn’t pause to accept my compliment as her avid eyes watch her hands slide down my chest. Her fingers splay across my pecs, her pinky fingers sliding over my flat nipples.
I groan, overcome.
“Not ornamental after all,” she murmurs as she lifts and presses her teeth to me.
“Me?”
“The male boob.” Her expression is pure mischief. “Chesticles.”
“Pectoral muscles,” I growl. But then she bites. “Fuck, yes!” Buckets and buckets for fuck, yes.
“You like it rough.” Her teeth scrape, a smile leaking through her words.
“Yeah,” I say on a tortured gasp. “Use your teeth.” My forearms tremble as I brace myself over her. Her fingernails scrape over my ribs, her hot little mouth the vehicle of such pleasured agony.
“What about here?” Her question is husky as she palms my cock, reaching for my belt.
I give a low rumble as I catch her hands, pressing them to the mattress above her head. I’m so fucking turned on. I don’t need the stimulation. “My turn now.”
She doesn’t protest.
“This dress.” My eyes roam over her tight body, her ponytail coming apart strand by strand, those sapphire eyes so dark, her breathless, heaving chest. “This fucking dress.”
It’s such an obvious play, the cut of the garment meant to drive a man wild.
It doesn’t underdeliver.
Rolling onto my arm, I frame her breast with my right hand, then trace my tongue over the soft mounds.
“Oh God.” Her hands twitch, but I hold them outstretched as I press my teeth to one soft swell.
“That’s going to mark.”
“I hope so.”
“One day, I’ll fuck you in this dress,” I growl, slipping my fingers into her cleavage. “I’ll take you dancing, then take you home.”
“Yes.”
“Bend you over the glass fence and—”
“Frighten me with a potential wifely demise.”
“No, Lavender. Your fate is set. I’m going to fuck you to death.”
“Half please,” she rasps. “Only half to death. And just to be sure, you can do it to me again.”
“Again and again.”
Her body undulates into my touch as I fold back the tight bodice, exposing her hard, pink nipples to my touch.
“So pretty,” I whisper, painting a wet stripe each in turn. A graze of teeth, a sucking pull, and I allow her fingers to reach for my head. As they tighten in my hair, the sensation rolls down my spine in an explosion of, “Fuck, yeah.”
With a growl, I envelop one tight bud—fill my mouth with all that I can. My cock pulses against her thigh.
“That’s…”
“Too much?”
“Yes, too much. Not enough,” she whimpers, her body moving under me. Such sweet, urgent agony as the inside of her foot slides up my calf.
I feel frenzied, half-crazed myself, as though I won’t ever get enough as I suck and pull, lick and graze, working my hand between us to press it between her legs.