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)
She threw him a glare over her shoulder. “What the hell?”
He lifted a brow. “I said I’d give you my cock. I didn’t say I’d fuck you with it.”
Her eyes blazed fire at him.
“You knew what you were getting yourself into. Now turn to fully face me. Lean back against the post.” He hummed when she followed his instructions. “Very good.”
Her flesh so over-sensitized it prickled hotly like it was on fire, Wynter licked at her lips. Her inner muscles kept spasming, as if in search of the cock that had been cruelly pulled out of her. “Kiss me.”
“Oh, I intend to.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and nuzzled her pussy, his hot breath washing across her wet flesh.
She gasped, reaching above her head to grip the bedpost behind her. Cain always looked firmly in charge, even when on his back or knees. Right now, he was as cool and dominant as always. But she felt the difference in him tonight. She sensed the tiny fractures in his restraint. Dangerous as those fractures were, there was no escaping that they added a spice of excitement for her. Well, she was weird like that.
Precarious though his control might presently be, he hadn’t seriously let loose on her. Hadn’t dished out too much pain or flooded her with too much sensation. As if worried that to allow himself that dark pleasure would lead his control to officially go to shit.
He propped her foot on his shoulder and leaned in to lap at her slit. “I would know this taste anywhere. Like its imprinted on my system.” He parted her folds with his thumbs and gave her a long lick.
Moaning, Wynter scratched at the wooden post, melting as velvet strokes of his tongue swiped through her slit. They were never mindless strokes, no, he was careful to hit every erogenous spot she had. Her inner muscles quaked again, needing more than licks and—
Her entire body jolted hard as a chilled, prickly wave of sensation thrashed and abraded her soul. Like someone had whacked her with an ice-cold, jagged-edged flogger and then dragged it over her flesh. It hurt, yet the discomfort morphed into a liquid pleasure that frazzled her nerve-endings.
A hot surge of sensation came next, sizzling its way along her soul like burning hot water had been poured over her. Again it hurt, but again the pain quickly became pleasure.
He’d been lulling her into a false sense of security earlier, she realized. He’d let her think he was keeping a tight hold on himself; that things might not get so intense.
Featherlight tingles then flicked her soul like silk ribbons. Gentle. Cool. Decadent. The abrupt switch from harsh to soft threw her off-balance.
They came again, just as soft. And the far-too-gentle sensations were nothing but a pure tease. They made her want, crave, need a harder touch. Her nipples became so painfully tight she hissed through her clenched teeth.
Cain’s tongue drove inside her and did a little swirl, fluttering against her hypersensitive walls. She sucked in a breath and then groaned. He began pumping his tongue inside her and, sweet Jesus, that felt good.
More torturously soft touches brushed over her soul that felt like hot breaths, trickles of icy water, and washes of static. Every ultra-light sensation amped up her frustration, causing a scream to build in her chest. She got so swept up in it all that she didn’t realize she was bearing down on Cain’s tongue, riding it shamelessly, until a growl of approval rumbled up her core.
Gasping, she scratched at his scalp and bucked against his mouth. He licked his way to her clit and then wrapped his lips around it. Oh God, the sucking little pulses on her clit were sheer heaven. Two fingers jammed inside her, shoving her into an orgasm that let loose the scream that had been trapped in her chest.
Cain withdrew his fingers but softly licked at her pussy as if gentling her, only stopping when she recovered from her orgasm. He stood and then took her mouth, sinking his tongue inside. She tasted herself. Tasted his hunger. Tasted the barely contained untamed energy that pricked at his control.
A surge of hot pleasure snapped and popped as it crackled its way along her soul. She cried out, stabbing her nails into his shoulders. Yet more carnal sensations bombarded her very being. They scraped like blunt nails, bit like sharp teeth, licked like hot tongues. And they dragged her into a mental place where little else existed—hell, she didn’t even realize he’d lifted her and set her on the bed until she distantly became aware of the soft cotton beneath her.
Her soul endured an all-out assault. Sensations grazed, burned, pinched, and forcefully smacked her very being again and again. At sporadic moments, their pain level would dial back, or a few soft-as-satin “swipes” would come along. But then dark, wicked sensations would return, harden, intensify, overwhelm.