Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
But she’s too afraid of getting caught now, so she pushes against my chest. “Please go.”
“I’d do almost anything for you, Brynn. But not that.”
I skim my hands down her sides, my hands sliding easily along the cool satin of her pretty pink dress. It’s tight, strapless, short. Maybe I should have Addison pick out her whole fucking wardrobe.
All I want to do is take it off her, but I don’t. Just in case we do get caught, I don’t want it to be that hard for her to cover up.
I settle with pushing up the tight satin material, then I grab her ass so I can lift her. She gasps, instinctively grabbing my shoulders as her feet leave the floor.
“Killian,” she objects, her gaze darting to the door. “I’m really worried someone could come in—”
“Fuck it. Let them.” I kneel on one knee and pry her lovely thighs apart.
“Killian,” she says again, her hand coming down in an absurd attempt to cover herself.
I grab her hand and tug it away. “Don’t hide from me.” The idea makes me absurdly angry, but the feel of her hand in mine smothers the anger as quickly as it occurs.
Her free hand tugs at her dress, trying to pull it back down, so I grab that one, too. I push her wrists together and grab them, then, with her hands restrained, I push her thigh out to make more room for my face between her legs.
The heat from her pussy sends a bolt of desire straight through me. I turn my head and hungrily kiss my way up the inside of her thigh.
When I get near her pussy, I catch her scent, and I can tell how wet she is.
A smile tugs at my lips. “You liked being manhandled and made to take my cock, didn’t you, pretty girl?”
A soft sigh escapes her lips, at odds with the way she tugs at her wrists, trying to free herself so she can push me away.
“No.”
My smirk widens as my lips graze her pussy through her panties. “Little liar.”
“Killian.”
Fuck, the way that soft half-whine crawls beneath my skin. If she wants me to stop, she’s on the wrong fucking track.
The intensity of my desire ramps up a notch, and I bite her soft skin. She cries out, but not in pain, just surprise. I’ve never bitten her thigh before. My name leaves her lips again, but it’s no objection this time. It’s surrender. It’s raw need. It’s an invisible spell she casts that wraps around me and pulls me closer to her, that winds around my throat so I can’t breathe without my mouth on her body.
Despite her attempts at decency and what I’m sure is legitimate concern we’ll be caught, her thighs open wider for me. She wants me to stop, but she needs my mouth on her.
And I need it too, so I yank aside her panties and tongue her entrance.
A sharp cry escapes her and her body shifts. She nearly slips off the counter, and I’d have to smash the goddamn thing if it ever hurt her, so I release her wrists to get a better hold on her.
She’s given up the fight. Instead of pushing me away, she sinks her fingers into my hair. My scalp tingles and my eyes drift shut for a split second as the pleasure of her touch hums through me. As soon as the first shudder passes, I rip her panties and bare her pussy seconds before latching onto it.
“Oh god,” she cries, her back arching. One hand leaves my hair, and she reaches absently overhead like she’ll find something to grab onto.
The taste of her on my tongue sings through my veins like a symphony. My scalp still tingles where she touches it, working her gentle fingers through the thick locks while I feast on her pussy. She whimpers and cries, her body writhing helplessly as pleasure ripples through her.
My pretty girl doesn’t last long. When she cries out in abandon and locks her thighs around my head, it takes everything in me not to shove down my pants and drive my cock into her right here and now. Desire pumps through my veins like molten lava, but I’m focused on her. On the way her thighs tremble as they fall apart and her posture slumps as she sinks back against the mirror.
I want her vulnerability all for myself, so I stand and pull her off the sink. I keep my arm locked tightly around her waist, even once she’s on her feet and doesn’t need me anymore.
The idea of her not needing me rankles. It shouldn’t, but it does.
I don’t see that reality reflected when I look down at her, though.
In the aftermath of her orgasm, her feelings are more tender than usual. She looks up at me, and the softness in her eyes about undoes me.