Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
His shaft jumped and so did she, but she didn’t go anywhere. Almost soft, the head had some give beneath her touch yet it remained firm. Tracing along the crown, she curled her fingers around the thickness leading to the base. It twitched and Bryn groaned.
She wasn’t in control any longer. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, stop. Exhaling softly, she stared at her hand as she stroked him.
“Harder, baby.”
His words shocked her and she snapped her gaze back up to find those amazing blue eyes burning with the flame that had been there last night as he’d watched her while he’d touched her.
Heat scorched her skin and he thrust his hips, driving his cock deeper through her fist.
“Grip me harder.”
Flicking her gaze down, she watched as she did as he’d commanded. He gasped and arched closer to her.
“Fuck, lioness. Your touch… Fucking incredible.”
He lifted the hand he’d held captive against his heart to his lips. Bryn didn’t brush a kiss along her hand, no, he nipped the tip of her index finger before sucking it into his mouth. A low tug grabbed her in her core and she shifted on the mattress.
Empty.
So damn empty.
“Look at me.”
Again, she obeyed. His lips twitched around the tip of her finger. They locked stares as he cupped the back of her thigh and lifted her leg so it settled upon his hip. Ever so slowly, he rolled his hips so he pushed against her palm of the hand holding him. The head of his cock burst through the opening of her hand and rubbed against her most intimate of places.
More. She craved more of that, the slide of his long, hard length against that bundle of nerves that he’d stroked so masterfully. Dampness grew as she became more restless. Too needy to be embarrassed, she still didn’t have the gumption to demand what she fully desired.
“Don’t stop.” Two guttural words that went directly from his mouth to her core.
“Okay.” Her response was little more than a whisper.
Their foreheads touching, he breathed deep and moved a hand to reposition her thigh. She gulped when he settled it over her mound. The heel of his palm brushed along hypersensitive skin and she bucked involuntarily as he pushed one thick finger deep inside her heat.
“Tight,” he moaned. “So goddamn tight.”
He pistoned his finger in and out at the same slow speed as she pumped his shaft. Pure pleasure streamed through her and she allowed her eyes to close as she simply felt and experienced.
The push of his warm breath around her face, still smelling a bit of whiskey, smoke and something she knew to be Bryn. The scent of his skin with a tang of sweat, not as much as it had been when he boxed around her but enough. Her own scent of arousal, spicy and different than his, mingled with the smell of her soap. Her scent was feminine to his masculine and she found she loved the scent of him on her skin.
Wanted more of it embedded in her so she could experience his heat and warmth even after tonight.
She twisted her wrist as she pumped and he growled low in his throat, a possessive yet encouraging sound. Her reward, another finger sliding inside her core. Then he shifted a bit and his thumb found her spot that had her jerking with a low whimper of her own.
“I’m going to come all over you if you keep this up.”
As far as warnings went, she didn’t feel it was threatening. She wanted to see him lose control like he made her do.
“And I want to,” he continued. “I want to see my seed all over your skin, mark you. Possess you.”
His statement probably should have disgusted her but all it did was arouse her further with his brutal and blunt talk. She loved that about him, how he didn’t hide who he was from her.
“More than that, lioness, I want to shove my cock so far inside you we become one. I want to shape this pussy to my cock. Make it so no other man could begin to come close to filling you like I have.”
At the combination of his fingers and words, she could no longer hold off and fell into the relief awaiting her, gripping his cock tight as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Gulping for air, all she could do was manage to provide was one word.
“Yes.”
There was a place in hell for him. Prime location. He should stay away from this innocent and never darken her door again. Bryn knew exactly where he was headed and was going there with his eyes wide open. No way in hell he couldn’t, wouldn’t, have her now.
He’d touched her. Given her the first orgasm of her life not brought on by her own touch. Bryn was possessive and territorial of this woman, had been since the day he’d laid eyes on her.