Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I steel myself as he reaches out and slides his fingers from my ankle to my knee. Even though it’s tempting to squirm beneath his gentle touch, I force myself to remain perfectly still. Just when I think his hand will drift higher, it glides back down to my ankle.
Tremors rack my body as his heated gaze flickers to mine before returning to the V between my thighs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” The hunger lurking in his eyes has them turning shades darker. “You know that?”
I shake my head and press my lips together. If I try to speak, it’ll come out sounding more like a squeak.
“Well, you are.”
This time when his fingers glide upward, they don’t stop at my knee. They inch higher until the soft pads graze the delicate skin of my inner thigh. My teeth sink into my lower lip in an effort to keep the whimper of arousal trapped inside where it belongs. I don’t want him to realize how much he affects me.
His movements stall for a second or two before he uses his other hand to press my thighs wider. Never have I felt so exposed in my life. Even during our previous two encounters. With the blindfold covering my eyes, blotting out the world around me, I could almost trick myself into believing that what we were doing was hidden away in the darkness, and the man touching me couldn’t inspect me with such thoroughness.
It's no longer possible to believe that lie.
Not when he’s sitting in front of me, staring so intently.
What I can’t deny is the worshipful expression on his face as he drags his thumb across my slit. That’s all it takes for sensation to burst in my core before fanning outward to the very tips of my fingers and toes. He gently spreads my lips before swaying closer. When I squirm beneath the intensity of his stare, he glances at me as if to gauge my reaction.
His voice drops a few octaves, turning gruff. “Did you like it when I touched you before?”
I press my lips together, refusing to give him anything more than what I already have.
Eyes locked on mine, he slowly strums my flesh again. Delicious sensation ripples throughout my being and a reluctant response erupts from me. “Yes!”
My breath catches when his thumb drifts upward, and he rubs soft circles against my clit. “What about when I licked you?”
The avalanche of pleasure is enough to make my eyes cross. “I liked it.”
He tilts his head. “No one else has ever touched you like this?”
I can’t help but arch into his hand, unconsciously seeking out more delicious sensation. “No. Never.”
A puff of air escapes from him as he refocuses his attention on my pussy. “I can’t say that I’m not happy about that, but you shouldn’t have allowed the scar on your chest to hold you back.” His gaze collides with mine again as he presses one finger into my softness until he’s buried knuckle deep. “You’re so damn gorgeous, Fallyn.” His eyes darken as he remains perfectly still. “I can feel how tight you are. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy that is?”
It's a potent combination of his gruff voice, the words coming out of his mouth, and the feel of his finger inside my heated body where no other man has been that leaves me squirming.
“Please.” The word escapes before I can stuff it back inside.
“Please what? Tell me what you want.”
He tosses out the question as his finger retreats until only the tip remains pressed against my entrance. My inner muscles contract, desperate for the same delicious fullness. Before I can say anything, he surges forward again.
I groan as pleasure crashes over me. “You bought my virginity.” My tongue flicks out to wet my lips as I force myself to say, “I want you to take it.”
His green eyes spark with so much heat that it’s almost a surprise when I don’t burst into flames. He withdraws before pressing back inside.
“You’re right, I did. But it doesn’t need to be this afternoon. We can wait.”
The idea of stopping is a painful one.
Especially since I’ve never been more turned on in my life. Even though I’m loath to admit it, knowing that Wolf is the one toying with my body only pushes me further to the brink.
His attention drops to the V between my legs. “I have no problem licking that sweet little pussy so you can get the pleasure you’re so desperate for.”
Wolf’s dirty words add a whole new level to the need thrumming through me. I don’t understand how that can be the case when I’m already dancing on the edge.
I arch into his touch. “Please.”
Satisfaction flashes across his face before he settles between my bent knees. Instead of attacking my flesh and shoving me over the precipice so I no longer have to think, his eyes stay locked on mine as he softly presses his lips to my leg. His touch is worshipful, as if he has all the time in the world to explore. The velvety softness of his tongue flicks over me before he sinks sharp teeth into my inner thigh, slowly working his way toward my center. But it’s not enough. All he’s doing is stoking flames that are already burning out of control. I’m a writhing mess as I watch him draw closer to the part of me that throbs with newfound awareness.