Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
His cock nearly exploded.
Had she really just admitted that aloud? Considering the deep, shuddering breath Phillip just took, she believed she had.
Phillip’s gray eyes glowed with a hunger she had never seen before. Such raw, stark hunger.
For her.
All for her.
Phillip didn’t back off. Part of her had thought he was just teasing, pushing her to see how far he could get. But a line had been crossed and he wasn’t playing.
Neither was she.
He pressed her back into the thick blanket beneath them, the silken strands of his hair sliding forward as she released him to place her hands beside her. Phillip was large and warm over her even as he slid an arm around her, guiding her down.
His arms settled on either side of her and the hand that had been on her back now rested on the nape of her neck, his callused fingers wreaking havoc on her senses. His weight was upon her and she instinctively widened her legs, creating more of a cradle for him to settle into.
For the first time in her life, a man wanted her, not for anything other than desire. Eyes locked on her, he dipped his head and placed light, teasing kisses along her cheek, nose and chin. Avoiding her mouth.
She squirmed beneath him. “My lord.”
“Phillip, Fyre. Damn you, call me Phillip.”
“Kiss me.”
“I am. Give me what I want and I will give you what you want.”
He was hard against her and she grew wetter. She’d not been with a man but she knew about it, she had seen people doing it and heard others. Until Phillip it hadn’t been of interest to her.
She rocked against him with a needy whimper. The low growl that she got in return let her know he wasn’t as strong about resisting her as he was pretending to be. She gasped as his hand settled upon her thigh, under her skirts. His grip was firm and sure.
Phillip lifted her leg up higher on his waist, allowing their lower bodies to align better. This time when the move came, he was the one rocking into her.
“Christ, Fyre. You are going to be the death of me.” His lips continued to nibble along her skin like she was a delicacy. His favorite.
Emboldened and wanting this freedom, now, with this man, she stopped gripping his shoulders and sank her fingers back into his hair. The move arched her back, pushing her chest deeper into him.
“Phillip.”
Her admission of his name wasn’t loud, but by the way his eyes darkened further, she knew he’d heard her just fine. His mouth covered hers and he gave her the kiss she so desperately wanted from him. Heated. Passionate. Tongues tangling and their cores grinding against each other.
She rocked harder against him, seeking something just out of her reach. The low rumbles that fell from him encouraged her. Phillip stopped kissing her and put them nose to nose, his grip on her thigh flexing as he moved her higher before letting go and putting his arms on either side of her head.
“Take it, beautiful. Take what you need from me.”
She didn’t understand. The ache only grew. Fyre shifted again and Phillip’s jaw clenched as he moved against her.
Yes! That.
“Phillip…” Her voice had risen and his name fell from her lips as she sought an octave one level higher.
“Do you trust me?”
She yanked on his hair. “Yes.”
His hand was between them, not under her skirts like it had been upon her leg, but over them. He cupped her, replacing the hardness she’d been rubbing against. Her whimper of disappointment was short-lived as he began moving his hand.
Pleasure spiked through her and she wouldn’t have been able to stop her hips from grinding back if she’d had to. He pulled the reaction from her, tapping into some intrinsically instinctive action. Her moans poured from her, breathing coming faster, more jaggedly.
Phillip pressed hard against her and she splintered, crying out his name in a sharp, short cry of raw pleasure. Shock at how good that felt kept her off balance.
The man wrapped her tight as she came down from the shuddering high he’d given her and laid them down on the blanket, one of his thick legs between hers. She was encased by him and she had no wish to be anywhere else.
“You are going to kill me, Fyre. I cannot wait to do this without our clothes on and using my mouth and my cock to make you shudder like you just did.”
She melted into him, her own pleasure not fading but rising.
“You,” she whispered, the feel of his hardness unable to be ignored. “You would have me do something back?”
His fingers tangled in her hair, making her realize he’d gotten it out of her bun to fall around her shoulders.
“Not today, beautiful. This was for you. I need you to trust me with your body and I am not having our first time out here. It will be inside.” A deep kiss. “Where I can take my time learning every curve you have.” And another. “Have your taste on my tongue before I share yours with you.”