Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 841(@200wpm)___ 672(@250wpm)___ 560(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 841(@200wpm)___ 672(@250wpm)___ 560(@300wpm)
She nudged him backward two paces and his back hit the door. She hopped off the counter and her fingers followed the strip of hair from his naval to the close-trimmed patch below the spread of his fly. The anticipation fanning in her womb exploded into a fire. “Commando.” She swallowed. “Smart. No panty lines.”
He groaned something thick and indistinct.
She placed a kiss on the arch of his pecs and leaned back. “I want to see you in superhero briefs.”
A smile flitted across his mouth and he shook his head. Eyes locked on her hands, his thumb strolled up and down on her neck.
As tantalizing as his pants were, she wanted them off. She hadn’t willingly explored a man in three years and the thought of tasting him produced a rush of wet heat between her legs.
She pulled at his waistband and yanked it down the hard lines of his thighs. Her squat forced his hands to her head as his erection sprang free. Swollen and uncut, it curved up, waiting. She licked her lips.
His legs shook beneath her hands, but he didn’t drive her head forward. Rather he tried to pull her back. “Charlee, don’t do this.” His deep voice reverberated from her nipples to thighs.
Heat throbbed between her legs. Never had she experienced such a demanding desire as the one pulsating between them. Could he take her to the place she sought through punishing pain, where bygones and dead endings didn’t exist? Could he stretch her body and bruise her flesh until it was safe to let go?
A dark sea of thoughts stormed inside her as she curled her hand around the tip of his shaft. The Doms had coached her to focus on relinquishing control rather than making it about pain. She wanted both. She wanted to lash out with her safe word and use the pain to drown the sexual memories that always came when she released.
His erection jerked in her hand and her sick desires fissured, oiling her arousal and swelling her clit. What made it real made it shameful, and the overwhelming hunger for things she shouldn’t want rose, and rose, until a fever broke out through her body.
She looked up into his heavy-lidded eyes, gripped the soft uncircumcised skin and slid it downward, slowly releasing the folds as she reached the bed of wiry hair.
Could she do painless sex? She’d experienced it with one man, but Noah’s sweet nature came at a time in her life when she almost felt…healed. She would never appreciate that level of gentleness again. After his death and her second imprisonment, she was quite possibly more fucked up than the man trembling above her.
Startled out of her thoughts, she realized she was stroking him frantically, wringing her grip along his length, her other hand digging into the hard brick of his ass. His chin fell to his chest and his jaw stretched through his panting, spurring her to continue the pace.
The indentions of his muscles bunched over his torso, and veins bulged in his rigid arms. What a stunning sight. She wanted to crawl up his body and drive them both beyond their mental and tactile boundaries. Maybe she was already doing that. She was touching him. Was he cured? Or would he need a distraction every time she initiated touch in the future?
She laced her fingers together and hugged her palms around him. Squeezing up to collect pre-cum—slicking down, up, down—she lured ragged noises from the back of his throat. Maybe she could stroke him past the point of restraint until he wrenched her head back, bent her over the sink, and took whatever he pleased. God help her, she trembled to please him.
His chest heaved with his grunts and his hands tangled in her hair as he watched. “Charlee.” A plea. “It’s unreal…your hands…on me. I can’t believe how good it feels.”
Nuzzling the crown with her lips and nose, she inhaled the arousing blend of suede, musk, and man. “If the touch gives more than it takes, isn’t it always good?”
He stared at her like he was on top of a new world, looking over the edge. “Yeah, Charlee. You’re showing me that.” He tugged the lock of hair wrapped around his finger and jerked her head back. “My turn to give.”
The twinge from his tug simmered the ache between her legs. Oh, the pain he could give, it would free her. It would. “Harder.”
His brows lowered over narrowed eyes, and he unraveled his fingers from her hair.
Shit. He’d never agree to hurt her. Her shoulders slumped. But she still had his climax, and it would be something to behold. She took him into her mouth, circling her tongue and raising her eyes.
His jaw opened and closed in soundless groans with each pump of her mouth. After a few minutes, he cupped her neck with both hands and halted her movements. “Come up here.”