Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 130619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
“Now that we’re here, I don’t want you to be an angel and protect my virtue. I don’t want you to hold back. I don’t want you to be gentle.” I hesitate, feeling the boldness in me bursting to escape.
“You want what? Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me and love me and so many things,” I say, and the love part is out before I can stop it. It’s just there, between us, a part of what I’ve never allowed myself to think or admit.
He eases back and stares down at me, his voice etched with heat. “You want me to love you, Ember?”
“I want a lot of things I can’t have right now, and neither can you.”
“Why don’t we do it anyway?”
I don’t know what he’s referencing exactly, but already, his mouth is crashing over mine in a kiss that ravishes me and leaves me quaking when he pulls back just enough to declare, “I’m going to own every inch of your body before I let you out of this room.” He backs me up, and I hit the dramatic pillar at the end of the bed, his thighs framing my thighs. And this is what I burn for: him pressed close, him touching me and kissing me.
“Where should I kiss you first, Ember?”
“Where do you want to kiss me first?” I’m breathless. I am so damn breathless for this man.
His hand caresses low and over my belly, inching lower and lower, and I can feel the tremble in my core from anticipation. “How about here?” he says, his fingers sliding between my legs and finding the slick heat of my arousal.
Him touching me there is everything and not enough. “You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs, his voice low and affected, while my nipples are so ridiculously tight they hurt.
I reach for the sides of the pillar behind me for stability. He captures my leg and lifts it to his hip, and already he’s pressing two fingers inside me. I moan with the intimate exploration, and my lashes lower, sensations spiraling through me, my hips arching into the touch.
I’m going to orgasm, I am certain, and I lean forward, into him, my hands pressed to his shoulders, my face buried in his neck. He leans in close, his lips at my ear, as he says, “I’m not going to let you come,” and his fingers slide out of me.
I want to scream with the injustice and yell at him, punish him, but before I can object, he’s turned me and sat me in a chair beside the post, and his clothes have disappeared. I’m speechless and spellbound, and I’ve forgiven his teasing. He is everything I expected and so much more: the thick jut of his impressive cock, the defined lines of his body, his powerful thighs. I’ve gone from aching to desperate, and when he settles on a knee in front of me and his hands settle on my naked thighs, dampness clings to my delicate skin.
I can’t breathe.
“Now,” he murmurs, kissing my knees where they pinch together and caressing my calves, all while my body burns all over for what he’s denied me, “I might let you come.”
“I always knew you were brutal,” I accuse.
His lips curve in the most deliciously brutal way ever, and he says, “You were right. And now you’re mine, Ember.”
He’s right. I am.
He eases my legs apart, his gaze offering me a hot inspection, and then he’s kissing my inner thigh, little teasing presses of his lips to my skin followed by a pinch of his teeth here and there, and he proceeds to lave with his tongue. My hands have found the arms of the chair, holding on for dear life as he finally reaches my sex, hot breath lingering only a moment before he licks my clit. I feel his tongue everywhere and want it everywhere. It feels as if I’ve waited a lifetime for this, and my body reacts. I arch my back rather dramatically, a soft sound of pleasure sliding from my lips, and he rewards me by drawing me into his mouth and suckling deep, fingers pressing back inside me. And I’m already there, on the edge. I’m just too aroused not to be, and I can’t stop the climb and tumble to bliss.
I lean forward and tangle my fingers in his hair, desperately praying he stays where I need him, and just that easily, I shatter with the force of an earthquake, my body trembling from head to toe. It’s hard and fast, and the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I melt into the chair, sated from pleasure and still hungry for him. Almost instantly, Micah is pulling me to my feet just long enough for him to sit in the chair and drag me across his lap, his thick shaft between us.