Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 31800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Is that so?”
“I mean it,” I say earnestly. “I have to. I’m not...I mean...I don’t consider myself an expert on faith or anything, but I know enough to understand that I need to give it my all, if I want our marriage to work. And that’s why I can promise you I’ll take my duties as a wife seriously. I’ll submit to you—”
“I’m very glad to hear that, habibti,” Lykan murmurs.
Oh no.
“Especially as we still have some time on our hands.”
Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
“Now,” he says, his voice dropping to that dangerous purr that makes my stomach flutter, “open your legs wide.”
Wait.
Did he just say—
How in the world did we arrive—
Lykan raises a brow when all I do is stare at him in confusion. “Did I misunderstand what you said earlier, habibti? Did you not promise to submit to me?”
“Oh, but—”
“Then do as I ask,” he says silkily.
Fire bursts in my cheeks, and I can’t remember feeling this confused, this embarrassed...and this turned on.
“Open your legs.”
My knees slowly part...even as I feel my senses start reeling.
“Wider.”
The emerald silk of my dress rides up as I obey, revealing the lacy tops of my stockings. The leather seat is cool against my skin, and I grip the armrest with my free hand, my knuckles going white.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise sends heat spiraling through me. “You said you take your wifely duties seriously?”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
“Then let me tell you what I expect from my wife.” His hands slide to my knees, his touch burning through the thin silk. “Complete surrender. Complete honesty. And complete pleasure.”
Oh.
His fingers trace the hem of my dress, pushing it higher inch by tortuous inch, while city lights flash by outside, streaks of white and red that blur together as my focus narrows to his touch.
“L-Lykan,” I stammer out. “What if someone—”
“No one can see us, habibti. The windows are tinted, and we’re completely alone.” His voice is hypnotic, soothing even as his actions are anything but. “Relax.”
His hands skim up my thighs, and his touch makes me feel anything but relaxed.
The limo turns a corner, and I sway slightly, my grip on the armrest tightening.
“You’re trembling...”
Why does he have to sound so pleased about that?
“I’ve never...” I swallow hard. “No one’s ever...”
“I know.” His thumbs brush over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “Trust me.”
I do.
Of course I trust him.
But...oh!
His fingers hook into my panties, and I don’t even recognize myself anymore, with how I’m actually lifting my hips to help him.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze, and a gasp slips past my lips at what I see.
Oh...my love.
I never imagined any man would look at me with so much possessiveness and hunger, but at the same time, with so much tenderness, too...that it just takes my breath away.
“Your first duty as my wife,” Lykan says roughly, “is to come on my tongue.”
I don’t even have time to process his words, with Lykan already kneeling between my legs, his broad shoulders forcing my thighs even wider apart so that...
“L-Lykan!”
I can’t help whimpering his name out even as my head falls back, with how his warm breath caresses my most intimate flesh.
“Remember your duty...wife.”
Oh...oh my...goodness.
The first touch of his tongue makes me practically scream, and my back arches off the seat like I got shocked.
It’s so...wet and warm, and I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.
My free hand flies to his hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands as he works me with devastating skill. Outside, the world continues. Traffic lights, car horns, the distant sound of sirens. But inside this cocoon of leather and luxury, there’s only sensation.
“L-Lykan...”
I can’t help but make these little embarrassing sounds, can’t help but cry his name out again and again as he...
Oh!
The limo hits a bump, and the motion drives his tongue deeper. I sob his name, my thighs shaking around his head.
“That’s it, habibti,” he growls against my flesh. “Let me hear how much you need this.”
Oh, how shamefully right he is.
I need this.
So, so much.
That I find myself rocking my hips against his mouth without conscious thought, chasing for something I can’t see as the pressure inside of me starts building and building—
Lykan suddenly slides two fingers inside of me, and I almost die.
Aaaah!
This...
His tongue.
His fingers.
Together.
It’s too much.
Way too much.
“I can’t—” I gasp, my whole body pulled taut as a bowstring.
“You can,” he taunts.
“L-Lykan—”
“Come for me,” he orders. “Now.”
And I do, of course.
My husband orders, and my body obeys, with the final stroke of his tongue sending me flying over the edge, and all I can do is cry and cry out.
“L-Lykan...”
My whole body shakes and I’m probably pulling his hair but he doesn’t seem to care. Doesn’t even stop until I’m boneless and panting, aftershocks still rippling through me.