Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
His hand shaped and squeezed her breast as those icy fingers continued torturing her. Her pussy no longer burned, it blazed and throbbed. Her thighs were tremoring and sweat beaded on her forehead. “Knox…”
“I know what you want, but —” Knox grazed his teeth over her pulse “— I haven’t tasted you for two days.” He’d fucked her, but he hadn’t had time to explore and savor her. He kissed and nipped his way down her body, pausing to lick at the “So it goes” tattoo under the breast he hadn’t branded; like her other two tattoos, it was easy to miss as it was white ink and mostly hidden.
He kissed his way down to the small raven tattoo in the hollow of her hipbone and swirled his tongue around it before heading further south. “I do love this brand,” he said as he traced the triangle of intricate black, thorny swirls at the V of her thighs that looked just like a tattoo. “Spread your legs wide for me.”
“Knox, I can’t deal with anymore foreplay.” She needed to be fucked. Badly.
He positioned himself comfortably between her thighs. “You’ll deal with it.”
She shook her head. He arched a reprimanding brow… and then the psychic fingers dissolved; the sensation fed the fire inside her. “No!”
He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she bucked. “Be still.” He swiped his tongue between her slick folds, lapping up the sweet, honeyed taste of her. He groaned as it worked through his system, thickening his already rock-hard cock. “Fucking addictive.”
Fisting the sheets, Harper shook and moaned as he licked and nipped and drove her insane. Then he was sucking on her folds, growling against her flesh. She cursed him. Threatened him. Demanded more.
He just chuckled, and then two ice-cold fingers began to pinch, tug, and tweak her nipples. So she cursed him again and tried to shift away from his mouth. But his hands held her thighs in place as his tongue then finally slid inside her. It eased the ache, but not enough. And he damn well knew it.
“You’re evil,” she fairly growled. “Totally, completely —” Her breath caught in her throat as he rose above her and blew over one cold nipple, making it painfully tight. “See, evil!”
“You like it.” He sucked her nipple into his hot mouth and grazed it with his teeth. His mate liked a little pain, and he’d learned exactly what line between pain and pleasure she rode. Releasing her nipple with a pop, he traced the brand on her breast with his tongue. Like the one on her navel, it was an intricate swirl of thorns.
“Knox.” It was almost a sob, to her utter annoyance.
He brushed his mouth against hers. “You hurting, baby?” he asked softly. She nodded. “Want me to take the hurt away?”
Harper nodded again, barely holding back a whimper. It almost slipped out when she heard a zip lowering.
Cupping her ass, he angled her hips. “Soft and slow? Or hard and fast?”
Harper knew a trick question when she heard one. “Whatever you want.”
Knox’s mouth curved. “Clever girl.” He slammed home, and her scorching hot pussy clamped around him.
The breath exploded out of Harper’s lungs as his long, thick cock drove deep; filling her to bursting, stretching her until it stung, and touching parts that had never before him been touched. As always, the psychic fingers had made her pussy so hypersensitive that she was aware of every ridge and vein. She wrapped her legs tight around him and dug her heels into the base of his spine. “Fuck me.”
Knox powered into her at a merciless pace. Her pussy was so tight and wet that it drove him out of his mind. She drove him out of his mind. Her throaty little moans, the prick of her nails in his back, the scent of her need, the hot clasp of her inner muscles, and the taste of her in his mouth – all of it incited his senses. He thrust harder, faster. “My pussy.”
As the tension built inside her, Harper clawed at his back. He always reduced her to this needy, restless creature that needed to come so bad she shook with it. “Knox —”
“Don’t come yet.”
Oh, the bastard. And to make it that much harder, he moved her legs to the crook of his elbows and angled her so that his cock brushed her clit with every brutal thrust. It was absolute torture. “Why do you hate me?”
“I don’t hate you, baby. Far from it.”
“I can’t hold back.”
“Yes, you can. You will.” He upped his pace, claiming her with every territorial slam of his cock. Her pussy fluttered around him. “Hold it,” he growled. She shook her head, but she didn’t come. “Hold it.” He rammed into her deeper, touching a spot that made her gasp. “Hold it.” She swore at him and scratched his back. He bit her lip. “Come.”