Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“I like seeing your possessions mixed with mine.” He took a fluid step toward her, raking his gaze over the full length of her body. “I also like this dress.” He put his face closer to hers. “But I want it on the floor.” He scraped her lower lip with his teeth. “I want every inch of you bare.”
Phantom fingertips ghosted up her spine as anticipation began to thrum through her. She licked her lips. “I can accommodate that wish.” She shed her dress, underwear, and shoes.
Humming to himself, he began to slowly circle her, dancing his fingers over her tingling skin. “So very beautiful. You make me want to take a big bite.” Facing her once more, he stepped back. “Don’t move.” He kept his gaze fixed on hers as he undressed. “Such a well-behaved toy.”
She narrowed her eyes.
His brow inched up. “Oh, are we pretending you don’t like it when I refer to you as my toy?” he asked, covering the small distance between them in one predatory step that sent her pulse wild.
“No. I simply didn’t like the taunting note in your voice. But then, you knew I wouldn’t.”
His lips kicked up. “Well, of course I knew.” He dipped his head and kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth.
Wynter held his shoulders as he melted her with a wickedly slow kiss that quickly turned wet, deep, and dominant. His hand collared her throat as he backed her into the wall. The shock of the cool stone against her skin made her gasp.
He kept on ravishing her mouth until their breaths were ragged and she started to feel dizzy. Wynter wrenched her lips free and sucked in some much needed air. With a low growl, he took her mouth again and closed his hands over her breasts. She arched into him with a soft moan, wanting more. So much more.
“I do love these pretty breasts,” he said, squeezing them. “I love them so much more when they’re covered in my come.” He swooped down and latched onto a nipple.
Her breath caught as he sucked hard, sending streaks of pleasure to her clit. He licked his way to her other nipple and suckled until it throbbed. Then he bit down on it.
She hissed at the sting. “Not too hard.”
Cain flicked her a silencing look. “I’ll bite you as hard as I please, pretty witch.” He sank his teeth into the swell of one breast, and she knew he’d left a mark.
Wynter’s breath snagged in her throat as carnal, spinetingling pleasure breezed over her soul, hot and drugging. Oh, mother of God. Her nerve-endings fired up. The fine hairs on her body lifted. Her feminine parts went crazy.
The pleasure came again, surfing along her soul in a scorching crackly wave that bit and scraped like teeth and nails. More and more sensations assaulted her—some soft and gentle as a feather, some dark and sharp like the spank of a hand.
Endorphins flooded her body and made her head swim. Every part of her felt so ultra-sensitive she didn’t think she could take it. Her core was hot and wet and achy—worse, empty.
As yet more pleasure rolled over her very being, she became distantly aware of him dropping to his knees. Of a hand cuffing her ankle and snaking its way up her leg. Of sharp teeth nipping her inner thigh. But the soul-deep sensations made it hard for her to focus on the physical.
“Such silky smooth skin.” He tossed her leg over his shoulder and nuzzled her pussy—and that she easily focused on. “Hmm, deliciously slick. I’m going to lick you clean.”
Wynter groaned as a tongue swiped between her folds in a long, sensual lick that ended with a lash to her clit. Oh, Jesus. She slapped her hands onto the wall behind her, careful not to knock the nearby tapestry.
Her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue lashed and delved. The friction inside her built with every lick, flick, and stab of his blessed tongue. Then there was the wicked assault on her soul. So many sensations . . . There was heat. There was cold. There was pain. There was pleasure. It all blended together and shoved her closer to her release. God, she was gonna come so hard.
He stopped. It all stopped.
Her eyes snapped open as a growl of frustration scraped the back of her throat. “Motherfucking sadist.”
Cain stood, not bothering to fight the urge to smile. “At your service.” There was something exhilarating about seeing her caught on the knife-edge of an orgasm, desperate to come and furious with him for making her wait.
He wouldn’t make her wait any longer, though. Couldn’t. He needed to be inside her. His dick was so full and heavy it hurt.
He lifted her and hooked her legs over the crooks of his elbows. “Now be a good little toy and let me wreck you.” He thrust upwards, slamming his cock deep, gritting his teeth as her inner walls gripped him tight.