Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
I lifted the bottle of whiskey to my lips, taking a long swill, before I did the same for her. She rocked her head back against my chest as she swallowed it down before she went back to rolling her body against mine.
She bunched up the lush fall of her hair and lifted it high.
Her skin was slicked with a sheen of sweat.
I leaned in and kissed a path along the slope of her neck, tongue roving over the soft, delicious flesh.
A haze clouded my mind, the only sense I had left was her.
The feel of her. The smell of her. The taste of her.
“Otto,” she whimpered as I somehow pulled her even closer, my dick rocking against her ass, seeking friction.
“Need you,” I mumbled, half delirious.
Okay, I had to be completely delirious since I was basically mauling her in front of everyone.
“Then take me. It is your birthday, after all.”
Fuck.
I only had a flash of reservation before I snagged Raven’s hand and began to wind her through the crowd. Needy expectation radiated from her as she fumbled along behind me.
I scanned the faces on the dance floor, making sure no one was paying us any mind before I slinked through the opening to the hall that led to the restrooms.
There was another door at the very end of it that read Reserved.
It was a rambling room that was normally used for private parties, but I had far better intentions for it right then.
I turned the knob and poked my head inside to make sure it was vacant, then I glanced over Raven’s head and down the hall once more before I pulled her inside.
She giggled as she stumbled a little on those heels as she strode into the dimness of the room. The only illumination came from a row of dull lights that ran the backside of the wall, giving it a dusky, twilight glow.
I clicked the door shut behind us and locked it, before I slowly swiveled on my heel to the woman who was vibrating in the middle of the room.
A vision.
A dream.
This treasure that I was going to cherish forever.
“You tryin’ to wreck me, Little Moonflower? Make me lose my mind?”
“Think I lost mine a long, long time ago.”
Lust rolled out of me on a low grunt as she kept backing away, using that body as bait.
I stalked for her, taking a deep pull from the bottle of whiskey as I approached. I swiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I kept erasing the space between us.
Those eyes raked over me.
Needy and hungry.
Energy lashed.
Whips of greed that scourged across my overheated body.
With the bottle still in one hand, I looped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up, and she wrapped those toned legs around my waist.
I carried her two steps to the long table that sat in the middle of the room and propped her on the edge, never stepping out of the sanctuary of those thighs as I tipped the bottle back to her mouth.
She took a long swig, gasping at the burn.
But I didn’t think it was the alcohol that had us intoxicated.
It was this.
Us.
This chaos that bound.
“Raven.” Her name was praise as I set the bottle aside and fisted the fall of her hair up in my hand. I angled her head so I could kiss along her neck. “Sweet fuckin’ Raven.”
Though the woman didn’t look so sweet right then.
So goddamn fierce and powerful in that skirt.
“So fuckin’ beautiful, I can’t see. Blinded by you.”
A charge flashed through the room.
Sharp nails dragged down my chest. “You’ve always been the one I’ve seen, Otto. The one I needed. The one I loved.”
“I’m right here, honey, and I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
I shifted so I could capture her mouth.
In an instant, a fire lit. Our kisses frantic and crazed as we struggled to possess the other.
Tongues and lips and teeth.
Hands gripping and seeking.
Flames erupted, a fire that’d been smoldering all night.
An inferno that consumed.
I jerked her closer to the edge of the table as she yanked at the button of my jeans. She had me free as I was pulling the slip of lace covering her pussy aside.
I drove inside her.
So damned deep.
Pleasure ricocheted through every cell of my body, no better feeling in the world than my dick buried in the throbbing clutch of her cunt.
So fuckin’ tight a rush of dizziness spun through my head.
She cried out as her fingers clawed up the back of my neck. “Otto. God…how…every time?”
“You love it, Raven? You love being stuffed full of my cock?”
“Yes. I love it. I want it. I need it,” she rambled, close to incoherent, nothing but pleas rolling from that sweet tongue.
I splayed my hand over the base of her spine and brought her to the very edge of the table, her ass hanging off the side. I pulled out then drove back in.