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)
“Not long, then. We’ll have to make it quick.”
“What?”
“I intend to fuck you.”
Her pupils dilated, and a slow smile curled her lips. “Dude, that’s literally one of my favorite things to hear you say.”
His mouth hiking up, he nipped her lower lip. “Strip while I close and lock the door. We don’t want people barging in again, do we?”
“It only happened once, and Hattie didn’t really see much.”
“Not the point since, despite what she claimed, she waltzed in with full knowledge that you and I were having sex. Now, you’re not stripping. Why is that?”
Rolling her eyes at his high-handed tone, Wynter totally ignored that her hormones started fanning themselves at said tone. Already a little tingly—yeah, just knowing how good he could make her feel was enough to push all her best levers—she peeled off her tee as he crossed to the door. Her bra went next, and her nipples tightened at the slight chill in the room. She shucked her panties and leggings as he prowled back to her, each step slow but purposeful like a predator on the hunt. It made the best kind of shiver race down her spine.
She didn’t mind that this would be fast. Nu-uh. From what she’d observed, there seemed to be something about knowing he had little time to possess her that made him more intense. Like it played on his sense of ownership, driving him to claim and mark in a very . . . almost cold, detached way. Whatever. She dug it.
Hell, she dug everything he did.
As she finally stood naked before him, his dark eyes drank her in, hot and hungry. The boldly indecent look shot straight to her womb. An electric tension built between them, sending little sparks skittering over her skin, making it heat and prickle. She licked her dry lips, her pulse racing with anticipation.
He took a single step toward her, covering the tiny bit of distance between them. “It often astounds me that everything I need could be all bound up in one pretty package.”
He nipped and licked at her lips but didn’t sweep his tongue inside, teasing and making her wait. His hands roamed over her, greedy. Reverent. Dominant. Territorial. Like someone touching a cherished possession, smug that they alone owned it.
Wynter’s breath snagged in her throat as an outpouring of electric, decadent pleasure explosively burst over her soul, so intense and hot and carnal she almost couldn’t bear it. That quickly, her body went from tingly to one big giant ache. Like she’d already suffered through hours of foreplay.
Her nerve-endings screamed to be touched. Her pussy heated and slickened. Her heartbeat galloped like crazy. Her breathing . . . well, it was fucked.
“On the bed. Spread your thighs wide.” His voice was low. Deep. Authoritative. Wicked.
Trembling, she complied without complaint, desperate for whatever he planned to give her.
“Very good,” he said, moving to stand at the foot of the bed, his gaze dropping to her pussy. “One day, I want you to be waiting for me in our chamber just like this. For now . . . get yourself wet and ready for me. And be quick about it. We’re short on time.”
“Getting me wet is your job.”
“Ordinarily, yes, it is.” His hands lowered to his waistband. “It’s a job I take very seriously. But right now, all I want is to sink inside you and fuck you hard and raw.” He lowered his zipper, freeing his hard cock. “No foreplay, no build up. Just me playing with my favorite toy.”
Her inner muscles clenched. Yeah, here came the whole cold and detached thing. She wouldn’t have thought she’d get off on sexual objectification. With her past lovers, she wouldn’t have liked it. But with Cain, it was different. She trusted him, trusted that he cared for her and that her pleasure mattered to him, and he toed the line in the exact way she needed. As such, it was easier to relax and let herself admit to and enjoy what she liked. “I’m already wet.”
“Show me.”
She dipped her fingers inside her, scooped up some of her slickness, and held out her hand.
He leaned forward. “No sense in it going to waste, is there?” He sucked her fingers clean.
Damn if her toes didn’t just curl.
He gripped her thighs, yanked her closer, and lined up the broad tip of his cock to her gate. “Playthings don’t need to move, so put your hands above your head and keep them there. I can’t have them getting in my way.”
The words shot straight to her core. If he was planning to talk her into an orgasm, it would likely work. She put her hands above her head, loosely linking her fingers.
He punched his hips forward, forcing his cock deep, stretching her without mercy. He didn’t pause. He just pounded into her, letting out primitive little grunts that hit her in her core.