Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
“I’ve been wanting to get under this dress all night,” Graves told her.
He slid between her legs, rucking her dress up to her hip until it barely covered the tops of her thighs. His kiss was tender but unrelenting like he wanted her to know how much she meant to him and at the same time he wanted to devour her whole. Fuck the rest of the world. He just wanted her.
Graves’s seeking fingers slipped under the hem of her dress, and she lifted first one hip, then the other, helping him shuck off her black thong. He tossed it to the side and immediately slid his fingers between her wet folds before slipping inside of her. Her head tipped back on a muffled moan.
“The room is soundproof,” he promised.
She felt the kiss of his magic brush against her skin. She could be as loud as she wanted and no one would hear or dare disturb them.
He only gave her a few harsh strokes with his fingers before he released his cock and fit it to the entrance of her pussy. They both groaned with pleasure as he slid into her inch by glorious inch.
“Yes,” she gasped as he worked up to filling her fully.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said.
He dug his fingers into her hips as his cock slipped through her folds again and again. They both gasped as he finally drove fully into her and stilled. His head tipped forward, that midnight-blue hair obscuring his eyes, pure pleasure playing across his features.
“You feel amazing,” he ground out.
He hadn’t moved. As if he wasn’t able to with how delicious her pussy felt wrapped around his hard cock, like he wanted to revel in the sensation as long as possible. She squirmed, wanting him to take her, fuck her. Needing the release and wanting him to draw it out of her.
“Fuck, Wren,” he said. “You’re so greedy.”
Then he put a hand behind her knee and lifted one of her legs up, using the new angle for leverage, and began to move within her.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped.
All thoughts vanished. She’d deal with everything else another day. Right now it was only Graves moving inside of her. She might have started as his wren, belonged to him in that way, but she was not a pawn for the Holly King. She wanted this, and she couldn’t imagine another world where she didn’t want it.
“God, you’re close,” he said as he slammed back into her.
“You have your gloves on,” she teased.
“I can feel your cunt gripping me.”
“Fuck yes,” she groaned. “Harder.”
He obliged, leaning forward and carefully placing a hand around her neck. He looked down at her as he continued to fuck her with a question in his eyes. But she would take everything he would give her. Everything and more.
He increased the pressure slowly, choking her as he pumped into her at an increased pace. Her body was all sweet pleasure, a hazy, delightful mess of emotions. The added feel of his grip around her throat—him claiming her, her wanting nothing more than to be claimed as his.
She came undone all at once with a vicious cry, and he milked her orgasm for all it was worth, using her body to draw out his own. With a grunt, he unloaded into her until he, too, was spent.
He collapsed forward over her body. Their panting breaths mingling in the empty cellar. His lips pressed against her neck and across her collarbone to her shoulder, laying claim to all of her.
Chapter Forty-Nine
The next morning, she woke with Graves’s head between her legs. She murmured softly as the feel of his tongue swirling around her sensitive clit pulled her from her dreams. Then the murmurs turned to mewls and the mewls to moans.
“Morning,” he said into her thigh, pressing firm kisses down to her knee. His gray eyes looked at her with a predatory glint. “Wanted to break my fast with my favorite meal.”
“You didn’t finish.”
His fingers slipped down her inner thigh, teasingly avoiding the one area she wanted. “Show me what you do when I’m not here.”
“I’m too busy with your cock to touch myself.”
“When you were gone, then,” he said devilishly. “Did you touch yourself thinking of me?”
Yes.
The word caught in her throat. She had. So many times. No matter how furious she was with him, he’d still been the best fuck of her life. And that wasn’t something a girl just forgot.
He grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Show me.”
Her hand slid down her stomach before parting the flesh and slicking her fingers through her own wetness. She was soaked from Graves’s ministrations. She hadn’t been that far from coming when he’d stopped. She brought her finger back up to the apex of her thighs and swirled it around her clit.
A soft sigh left her mouth as her pleasure ricocheted through her. She was so sensitive and so turned on and so ready to orgasm already. Graves watched her, fascinated by the sweep of her fingers and her pants and the rise and fall of her chest.