Sweet Heart (The Hearts of Sawyers Bend #2) Read Online Ivy Layne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Hearts of Sawyers Bend Series by Ivy Layne
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
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A hitching laugh shook me. “Any more and you might give me a heart attack.”

“You're young,” he said philosophically. “You'll survive.”

Just as I was getting used to his heat at my back, Royal's arm lifted and he was gone, rolling to the other side of the bed. His feet hit the floor for a bare second and he was back, hooking his hands under my arms and hauling me up the bed.

He was a lot faster and smoother than me. Before I realized what he was up to, my arms were above my head, his silk tie wrapped firmly around my wrists, anchoring them to the bed frame. With any other man, I would have panicked.

Bondage wasn't my thing. Usually. Or ever before. I'd had a boyfriend suggest it, but I hadn't been able to relax, too freaked out by not being able to move.

Not with Royal. For one thing, I'd started this by tying him to the chair, and look how that had turned out. I couldn't wait to see what Royal had in mind for his turn.

And for another, I trusted him.

I'd never thought I'd reach a point in my life where I trusted any man other than J.T. But here we were, and I wasn't going to waste time lying to myself. I trusted Royal, so much that even after I let him tie me to the bed I felt no fear, only rising anticipation, the tingle of that nascent orgasm sparking back to life.

Royal knelt over me, settling his hands on the sides of my ankles and sliding them up, the tips of his fingers exploring, feeling everything. His hands moved over my legs, my hips, dipping into my waist, his thumbs sliding in to meet over my belly button before cruising up again to graze the outside of my breasts. When he was done, I tingled all over. Then he slid those gentle hands back down and up again, just touching, stroking, setting me on fire with his gentle worship of my body.

Cherished. I'd never felt cherished before. He didn't go for my breasts or my pussy. Not yet. Instead, he kissed the tip of one elbow, my belly button, the side of my hip, touching me with so much focus tears sprang to my eyes.

He had me all mixed up, my heart so full, my body teased almost to the edge of another orgasm. I wanted to beg him to get out that second condom, to ease the growing tension. I kept my mouth shut. Almost as much as I wanted to come, I wanted to see what came next.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Daisy

Do your arms hurt?” Royal breathed into my ear.

I shook my head. “Uh-uh. Not my arms.”

“Mmm, then what? Here?” He ran a light finger over my ribs and I flinched at the tickling sensation. I shook my head again.

“Here?” Another stroke, this time over my hip bone.

Another shake of my head followed by a squirm. Teasing bastard. But he'd been so patient when I'd tied him to the chair. I could hold out a little longer. Maybe. I hoped I could. He settled himself between my legs, his upper body weighing me down, his face inches from my breasts.

“What about here?”

It took him a fucking eternity, but finally, his fingertip lightly grazed my tight nipple. I jolted as if touched by a live wire.

“Mmm. I'd better see what I can do about that.” Royal leaned his dark head over my breast, closed his mouth over my nipple, and sucked. Hard.

Lightning shot straight from my nipple to my clit. I let out a moan, the primal, needy sound nothing I'd ever heard from my own body.

“I bet this one hurts, too.”

Before I could get my brain together to answer, his mouth was on my other breast. He sucked, trading one side for the other, ignoring my moans as he pulled me closer and closer to detonation. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he lifted his head, his blue eyes pure flame.

“I could do that all day, but there's something else I want before you come again.” Rocking from side to side, he eased himself down the bed, using his mouth on me as he went, licking the underside of my breast, tasting my belly button, and finally burying his face between my legs.

My eyes squeezed shut. I practically came off the bed when his mouth closed over my clit. Oh, my God. He sucked, then licked, then sucked again, the pleasure so strong I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. He shifted again and a finger touched my opening, pressing in.

That was all it took. His mouth on my clit, his finger inside me, and I went off again, my back arching so hard I wondered if I'd break the bed. This time I didn't call his name. This time I'm pretty sure I screamed.


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