Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 235897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1179(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 786(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 235897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1179(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 786(@300wpm)
Stone grates against my back as he rolls his hips, but all I feel is searing pleasure as he hits the perfect spot. “Again,” I demand, then whimper into his mouth when he delivers.
The fever he’s worked me into threatens to devour me, and there are still so many clothes between us.
His hand glides under my thigh and the rumpled hem of my gown, and he runs the backs of two fingers between my thighs, right over the fabric of my underwear. “You’re fucking soaked for me,” he growls.
The tantalizingly light touch rouses a surge of power that only adds to the crackling heat gathering low in my belly.
“Well-the-fuck-aware.” I smirk, rocking against those fingers, and kiss him like I might lose him if I surrender his tongue. “Have you seen you?”
He huffs a laugh against my lips, and then we’re moving. I expect to feel the bed against my back at any second, but he surprises me by unhooking my ankles and setting my feet on the floor in between the high-backed armchair and our bed.
Then his mouth is on mine again, stoking the fire that already rages too hot to survive much longer. Clothes fly.
I reach for the button at his waistband.
He breaks the kiss only long enough to tug my nightdress over my head.
I shove at the water-logged leather of his pants.
He strips me out of my underwear.
If undressing is a race, I definitely win, but he’s startlingly quick with his boots. All it takes is one look to remind me just how much I’ve won.
“Mine,” I whisper, tracing the carved edges of his abdominals with my fingers. “I keep waiting for it to wear off,” I mutter as he palms my lower back and tugs me toward him.
“What?” he asks, sitting in the armchair and lifting me into his lap.
My knees bracket his muscled hips, and my heart flutters impossibly fast. “The complete awe I feel when I remember that you’re mine.” I stroke my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. “That by some miracle, I’m the one who gets to touch you.”
“Hasn’t worn off for me yet, either. Don’t think it will.” His gaze drifts over my unbound hair and body with a hunger so sharp it could slice through dragon scale. “This is all I thought about last time I was here without you.”
Oh, yes. I start to lower myself, more than ready to feel every inch of him inside me.
He hisses through his teeth when the head of his cock slides between my thighs, and I do the same when he rubs against my clit, sending sparks skittering along every cell in my body. “Not yet,” he says through gritted teeth.
My fingers dig into his shoulders. “I might actually die if you make me wait—”
“Never said you’d be waiting.” He lifts one of my knees to the top of a padded chair arm, then the other, and stares up at me with a wicked smirk as his hands slide to my ass.
“Grab hold, love.”
Before I can ask where, shadows tug my hands to the top of the upholstered chairback and hold them there. “What are you—”
“Worshipping.” He lifts my ass and brings my hips straight to his mouth.
I cry out at the first sweep of his perfect tongue, and it’s only his hands and shadows that keep me from collapsing. White-hot need streaks through me like lightning, and power rises to a frequency that vibrates along my skin when he does it again. And again. And again.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” Xaden licks and lashes and sucks like he has no other plans for the night, driving me absolutely mindless, holding me in place as my hips rock for more.
“Xaden,” I moan. Pleasure and power spiral, hot and urgent, winding within me so tightly that my muscles lock and my thighs start to shake. “Don’t stop.”
He sends me right over the edge.
Lightning crashes, illuminating the room, and thunder immediately follows as I break into uncountable fragments, shattered by the waves of bliss that come, and come, and come. Instead of letting up, Xaden slides two fingers inside me and moves in time with his tongue, and the orgasm that should wane kicks into a second that’s just as bright, if not slightly sharper.
“You’re so slick, I’ll be inside you in one thrust,” he says as I start to descend, falling limply against the back of the chair, my arms trembling in the aftermath. “Stay right there.” He kisses my stomach, then slips out from underneath me.
I tug at the shadow bonds, but they hold fast. Fuck, I want to touch him, kiss him, devote myself to his body the way he just did mine. But if this is what he needs—
“You are every fantasy I’ll ever have.” His lips brush the shell of my ear, and I shiver. He draws my right knee down to the seat, and the chair creaks as he sets his left behind me. “Give me your mouth.”