Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“No,” I bite back at the same time my hips tilt, applying more pressure from his thumb on my clit. Treacherous body.
One of his eyebrows raises. “Are you sure? It feels like you want this.”
“No,” I say again, and he challenges me with his gaze, but his hand retreats from my clit, roaming down my leg the same way it had come up. This time, his touch sets a fire against my skin, and I want it back where it was before.
It’s so hard to not give in to this man who already knows he’s a god. He raises carefully to his knees, and my pussy is pounding, my heart racing at the thought of yanking him back to me. His hand, however, doesn’t leave my body, and it feels like a tether between us.
“What if I’m just hungry?” he asks, his eyes devouring me.
“Then you better work on that appetite,” I reply breathlessly.
He pushes up my nightgown. I’m not wearing any underwear underneath, and if he wasn’t looking at me like he was going to devour me before, now I’m really in trouble. My legs fall open expectantly. I might not be able to admit it to Hawke, but I want him. Well, my body does.
“Just a little taste?” he almost begs.
And I find myself responding with, “Just a little taste.”
His leash of control snaps. He leans down, pressing kisses against my lower stomach. “So fucking perfect,” he whispers against my skin. His hand slides to my ass, a smear of oil left in its wake as his kisses trail lower.
Fuck me. I’ve needed this release for so long. I lean back on my elbows and tip my head back, focusing on the feel of him. He says something I can’t understand, and then his tongue is inside of me.
“Fuck.” Shit, I said that out loud. But I’m too committed now to care. He chuckles against my pussy, his hot breath ghosting against me as he begins to eat me out, his slippery hands gliding up and down my outer thighs, his fingers massaging the muscles.
My palms slide over his hands and arms. I love the feeling of how big he is. Hawke makes me feel small in comparison, and I fucking love the way he devours me as if he’s a starved man.
I bunch up the bottom of my soaked nightgown, raising it higher. Guiding one of his hands to my breast, he squeezes it hard, the oil adding a sensual touch. His other hand continues rubbing up and down my thigh, as I roll my hips against his mouth.
Fuck me, he knows what he’s doing with that tongue.
He continues torturing me, sucking, tongue fucking, and biting at me. Every tug, every lick teases my core, as if from only that one time together, he’s mastered my body. But this is better than what I remember. Maybe it’s because I haven’t gotten off for so long. Or, maybe it’s because… we’ve been building up for this for so long.
I want to blame my month of unintentional celibacy as the reason I’m allowing him to slide his mouth between my legs right now, wanting to ignore the fact of how deeply attracted I am to him.
I don’t touch him, letting him worship me. He spreads my thighs farther apart, giving him better access, and I cry out, surprised by his ability to tongue fuck me deeper. I glance down at his black hair; all his attention is on servicing me. The sight is beautiful. I can see how hard his cock is, but he continues only focusing on me.
I fist the edges of my nightgown as he flicks his tongue faster, his strong hands pinning me in place.
It feels like I’m struck by lightning, the orgasm tearing out of me as I crash over the edge. I cling to his forearms, needing something to anchor me as I buck against him. He’s stroking me from the inside with his tongue as if entitled to my every wave of pleasure. My head thumps back against the floor as I ride it out, wriggling against his mouth, trying to bring myself back into the here and now.
His tongue strokes become lazy as my breathing begins to steady.
My eyes burst open, and I stare at the ceiling, noticing the steam circling the room and how hot it is in here. The water hitting the marble floor of the shower comes back into focus as I come down from my high.
I feel the disconnect the moment his mouth leaves my pussy, and I raise up onto my elbows. He’s on his knees, staring at the floor, most likely trying to figure out how he can stand without slipping again. The image of him falling on his ass flashes in my mind, and I burst out into laughter again.