Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
It hadn’t felt like watching a show, either. It had been like starring in it.
I felt the softness of her skin, the way my fingers sank into her flesh, the soft sighs she made.
And, as I started to kiss up her thigh, the summer honey scent intensified.
I knew that if I’d gotten a chance to lean in, to yank her panties to the side, and get my mouth on her, that she would taste exactly like she smelled too.
Sweet.
Intoxicating.
Addicting.
Even just the memory of the vision had desire coursing through my body, more acutely than any I’d ever felt before, either as a human or a vampire.
I was hard, pressing against the fly of my pants, the pressure of it making me shift uncomfortably as the heat of my need raged through my veins, turning my skin to flames.
Roxanne shifted again, grumbling at her discomfort.
But as she moved, her scent intensified, and her warm, soft body brushed against me.
“Don’t,” I snapped, reaching out to push her back. But my fingers only managed to sink into her hip.
“Don’t what?” she asked, still surly, until her gaze met my face.
I could feel the heaviness of my eyelids. I knew she didn’t miss it either.
Suddenly, the tension and frustration slipped out of her pretty features.
I watched as her own eyes went to half-mast, as a flush worked its way up her neck and into her cheeks.
I may have been trying to ignore it before, but I was not unaware of her desire.
Now, I couldn’t seem to remember any of the reasons I’d had in the past to fight it, to ignore it.
If anything, my own need just burned hotter at the evidence of hers.
My hand massaged her hip, and I watched the way her pouty mouth parted, and a soft mewling sound escaped her.
Her thighs pressed together, trying to ease the growing ache between.
I didn’t want it eased.
I wanted it stoked.
I wanted her writhing and mindless in her need.
I wanted her begging for me to put an end to the torment.
Unable to think of anything else, I rolled onto my side, then slid my body over hers.
A gasp escaped her at the weight of me pinning her into the ground, at the feel of my hardness against her stomach.
Her thighs spread for me, inviting me between. Her legs wrapped around my lower back, holding me more tightly against her.
Impatient for a taste, my lips claimed hers, feeling the way she gasped, then relaxed into the sensation.
This was nothing like her kiss back when she’d been in my lap in the maze.
That kiss had been short and sweet. Just a manifestation of her relief.
This was pure desire as my lips bruised into hers, as hers responded, begging to take it deeper.
When her lips parted for me, my tongue slipped between to toy with hers, to taste more of that honey-sweetness of her.
Roxy’s hands went from tightly wound around me, to searching, exploring, getting to know the feel of me.
When she tugged restlessly at my jacket, I sat back to yank it off of me.
Looking down, I found her spread for me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her face flushed, her eyes wide, her pupils blown.
She reached out, grabbing my wrists, and pulling me back down toward her.
I was too happy to oblige.
Little shivers coursed through me as her soft hands roamed over my bare skin as my lips took hers again.
Beneath me, her body was wiggling, writhing, silently begging for relief from the fire burning through her.
I understood too well.
The same fire threatened to burn me to ashes too.
Roxy shifted down slightly, allowing my hardness to press against her cleft. The sensation had a deep, needy moan escaping her.
My lips were muffling the sound of her, so I pulled back, wanting to hear how far gone she was for me.
I waited for her eyes to open before grinding down against her.
This time, I got to hear the full depth of her need in her moan as she arched up off the floor.
Her fingers slid to my hips, then back, sinking in, and driving me against her as her hips circled at the same time.
“Nathaniel, please,” she begged, mindless with her desire, desperate for relief from the ache inside.
I held her legs more tightly against me as I rolled myself under her, pulling her up on top.
Roxanne was quick to push back, to sit up and look down at me, her gaze burning into me as she settled herself against me.
My hands slid under the hem of her shirt, desperate for the feel of her.
My fingers were tracing up her back as she leaned downward, teasing my ear with her lips and tongue.
Her path blazed downward.
When she met my neck, her teeth moved out, playfully biting my skin.
A growl escaped me as my fingers slid to her ass, sinking in, dragging her against my hardness.