Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
She was suddenly breathless at the sight of him standing before her, so big and imposing and bulging. His hands caught her waist and lifted her. She abruptly found herself seated on the edge of the table, her robe slipping down her shoulders, her head tilted back and his fingers buried in her hair. Bannin stared down at her, his heated gaze roaming from her face to her widespread thighs that were pushed even wider as his powerful body filled the space between them. “By the gods, woman. You are stunning. And I ought to have known a captain of the Horse Guards would prefer action over pretty words.”
“No poetry, then? Or flowers?” she said with a grin, and a delicious little tremor quaked through her body when he tipped her head to the side and bent to place a warm kiss upon her neck.
“I had thought to eat you up instead,” he murmured, and her heart tripped over itself and dropped to her cunt, where it pulsed a slow and heavy beat through her most sensitive flesh. “But if it is a rhyme you wish for, I learned many on my travels. Lick, quick, slick, prick—”
Sarya began to shake with laughter, then Bannin’s mouth captured her parted lips. Her amusement subsided beneath an onslaught of need that had been simmering under her skin for so very long. Eagerly she opened to the thrust of his tongue.
To think that only hours ago, she’d been determined to suppress this desire, so afraid that she’d be hurt again when he shunted her aside.
Instead he pulled her closer, and all the hurt was gone.
Sarya’s arms wound around his neck, her senses reveling in his taste, his scent, his touch. Of cider and crisp autumn rain—and the feel of his solid strength pressed against her. She moaned helplessly into his mouth when his hips began to slowly rock between her thighs, rubbing his thick length against the melting softness at her core and winding new tension through her flesh until everything inside was tight and aching.
Her excitement heightened as he released her hair to tug the wide neck of her nightshirt down her right shoulder, baring her breast. She arched into his palm, gasping when his long fingers tugged at the sensitive peak. Oh gods, she could feel that tease all the way down to her clit.
Frantic to feel more, Sarya tore her mouth from his. “Kiss me there. Please,” she panted. “Please.”
Bannin pulled back just enough gaze down at her soft breast filling his large hand. He groaned at the sight, pinching her nipple as if he could not bear to merely look at that swollen tip without touching.
Without tasting.
He bent his head. Sarya’s heart thundered, her fingers clutching his shoulders, her blood surging in a riot of lust and anticipation as his warm lips skimmed a trail down her throat, then over the swell of her breast.
Then he paused and looked up at her, his mouth poised over her nipple. “You are the one courting with flowers, woman. With this rosy bud—” His tongue darted out to tease the turgid peak even as his hand slid up her thigh, under the hem of her nightshirt to the sultry wetness beneath. “—and these pink petals.”
In a double assault, he claimed her flesh with mouth and hand. Sarya bit her bottom lip against a scream of pleasure, her body overwhelmed by his fingers, his teeth, his thumb, his tongue. Hungrily he sucked her nipple to a throbbing point, while down below his heated touch drove her to madness, stroking through her folds and circling her clitoris until she was a writhing mess of scorched nerves and drenched flesh.
Her toes were curling, her inner muscles tightening, her ecstasy nearing the edge of release when Bannin suddenly stopped.
Yet before she could cry out her frustration and dismay—or yank his mouth back to her breast—he dropped to his knees.
The ravenous need that darkened his face stole her breath and any words she might have said. His hands roughly clamped over her hips and dragged her to the table’s edge. Unbalanced by the abrupt movement, Sarya fell back onto her elbows, knocking aside her empty bowl and tipping her mug. The hem of her nightshirt was shoved upward to pool around her waist.
Then Bannin simply stared at her as if stunned, chest heaving and jaw slack. His gaze consumed the pink petals swollen with her arousal, her inner thighs glistening with the wetness he’d already drawn from her with his touch. Only his arm moved, and though Sarya couldn’t see what he did, she heard the tug and whip of laces, then the rough stroke of callused skin over hardened flesh, as if the sight of her passion-soaked cunt had brought his cock near to bursting and he had no choice but to relieve the pressure.