Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
I’ve been so caught up in this I’ve just stayed still, taking it all in, staring at the boxed architectural detail on the ceiling while sensations and heat fill me. I definitely want to touch him, too, more than I want oxygen at this moment, so I reach down and palm his cock, then squeeze before sliding my hand into the waistband of his boxer briefs and freeing him. I fumble to get those boxer briefs down enough to get my hands on all of him.
God, he feels good. His skin is hot, and the lamp is still on, so I look down. Yeah, he’s beautiful, all right. All of him. And there’s a lot of him.
Killian’s fingers sift into my hair as he tilts my head so that he’s got access to my mouth again. He kisses me softly, but then I’m sliding down the mattress, being repositioned. He grabs my ankles and hooks them over his sexy shoulders.
“Oh my gosh,” I breathe before I cover my mouth a second later to make sure I’m not embarrassingly loud while his mouth is down there.
“Ho wow,” I think I say aloud; I have no idea if I say it or simply lie there soundlessly just thinking it.
He kisses down there, tongue and suction are both involved, and it has my body jolting and arching in seconds, chasing what I know is about to be a huge release.
It goes from amazing to somehow even better when a finger, no two fingers thrust inside me and Killian pumps in and out, not letting up on the suckling of my clit.
Ten or twenty seconds later, I’m coming so hard my toes are cramping.
He picks that moment to press a digit against my back entrance and breach it a tiny bit. That intrusion rockets a cry from my lips and then my body contracts. It feels like it clenches everywhere, including me clenching a handful of his dark hair in my hand.
Nobody has ever done that to me, and I’m probably pulling too hard on his hair as my orgasm levels up.
He climbs up my body, reaches to the side and I hear a drawer slide open.
I let go and put both hands over my face. That was… holy shit…
Tears prick my eyes. I blow out a long breath.
“One down, now let’s build up to it again,” he says, and smiles at me. “This time slower. You’re beautiful when you come, Violet. I can’t tell you how happy I am that I’m gonna get to see a fuckin’ lot of that.”
I stare, chest rising and falling as I try to recover from that, as I process what he’s just said – how hot it is to hear something like that, and then I watch as he rips the corner of the condom package with his teeth. He holds my eyes captive as he rolls it on and lines up.
Slamming his hips forward, he’s seated deep inside me.
And the look on his face… wow.
A primal sound escapes my mouth as I grab his shoulders. A tear slides out of my eye. An emotional tear. He hefts me up by my bottom and knee-walks forward until my back is flush against the high cushioned headboard. He must have a whole heck of a lot of upper body strength to do that so effortlessly.
He drives up into me over and over. The plush headboard cushions me, thankfully, as I’m slammed back repeatedly, the power of his hips along with gravity making this feel completely amazing.
Why did I fight this?
This… it’s incredible.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod.
His thumb swipes away the tear that’s now on my cheekbone and he kisses me.
I hold on tight with my arms, my legs, and clench around him as he holds me between the velvety headboard and his hard, hot muscled body. I’m rewarded for that Kegel clench with a groan and then he’s pinching my nipple as his tongue dips into my mouth.
I can taste myself and I taste him, too. It’s beyond hot what he’s doing to me – all of what he’s doing to me.
My hands rove his chest, his shoulders. It’s surreal that I’ve got my hands all over this man. This man that I first lusted after what feels like a lifetime ago; this man that has been the focus of my daydreams for the past month. This has to be the sexiest chest I’ve ever touched. Pinching his nipples earns me a hard thrust forward before I’m spun again and my back is then on the mattress, one leg gently pulled up over his shoulder, the other one off to the side as he pounds inside me like a man enthralled, driven by nothing but carnal need.
Two more tears fall, and he kisses me again.
His eyes are on mine and they’re communicating something as he pins me by one leg, then grabs my face with his other. He caresses my face in a way that communicates, too; it communicates he’s happy that we’re right here right now and he’s definitely wanted this for a while. And he’s enjoying it. I don’t know how I know all this, but there’s a synchronicity between us that I just feel. I feel it like this was always supposed to be.