Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Cassian—”
“Quiet,” he says, bending his head to kiss me before pulling my top off and tossing it aside.
When I open my mouth to say something, I’m not sure what, he kisses me again, not giving me a chance to speak or even think. There’s something wild in that kiss as he pushes me to sit on the edge of the bed and crouches to undo my combat boots and slips them off my feet. My socks are next before he stands, pulling me up with him. He’s so much taller than me, especially now that I’m barefoot. He kisses me again, then pulls back to look down at me as he undoes my jeans and peels them off.
I find my arms have moved to his shoulders and when he kisses me, I’m kissing him back while his words circle my mind.
“You have belonged to me ever since the moment you walked into your father’s study with those ridiculous wings on your back. You’re the only woman I’ve thought about since that night. You’re wild and violent and angry and you are mine. Only mine, my Little Moth and once we’re upstairs, I’m going to show you exactly what it means to belong to me.”
Surely, he didn’t mean them like my brain wants me to think of them. Surely not.
He undoes the top buttons of his shirt before tugging it over his head so he’s standing bare-chested before me, all inked olive skin stretched tight over powerful arms, chest and shoulders and when he kisses me again, he cups the back of my head with one big hand as with the other he unhooks my bra, and I feel the straps slip off my arms. He draws back to look at me with those eyes that shine a deep blue sea around black pupils.
My panties are last to go. Cassian never looks away from me as he slides them off then pushes me to sit on the edge of the bed. He steps between my legs, nudging them apart before setting his hands on my knees and opening them. Only then does he shift his gaze, sliding it over my naked body to my core, to the very center of me.
“He will never look at you again.” He bends his head to kiss me, eyes open, teeth biting before moving down to my neck, my chest, between my legs.
I gasp when he closes his mouth over me, licking hungrily, the flat of his tongue tasting me fully before he straightens.
“He will never touch you, Allegra. Never.” He bends his head again, eating me whole as I arch my back to push myself against him, against his face, his mouth, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, my fingers curling in his hair to pull him closer, ever closer.
I want this, want his mouth on me. Want him inside of me. I want to come on his tongue. I want to come with his cock inside me. I want to feel him come inside me.
“Cassian,” I gasp when he pushes two fingers into my pussy.
“You. Belong. To. Me.” He says the words through mouthfuls of me. I’m panting and I’m close, so close. “Me, Moth. Only me. Say it.”
He fucks me with his fingers, licking, biting and when he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks, I come hard, moaning as I pull him to me, my legs clamping on either side of his head, needing him closer, closer, needing him inside me.
“Say it, Little Moth.”
“You. Fuck. Only you,” I pant as the wave of orgasm subsides and Cassian straightens, face and mouth wet, glistening with me, eyes black as he takes himself out and I open for him, wanting him inside me, needing it.
“Fuck,” he groans, looking down at the invitation.
He fists his cock and begins to pump, sliding the tip over my clit, dipping inside me shallowly. I can see the effort it’s taking him not to push into me. I see his frustration.
“Fuck!” he pushes one knee wide and sets his on the bed, leaning over me as he thrusts into his hand. I watch, awed, my fingers on my clit to see this man, my villain, all rage and violence and frustration as he jerks himself off. I don’t know why he won’t take what I’m offering. What I want even as I hate him or should hate him or fuck! I don’t know what I feel for him and as my fingers work faster and his thrusts grow harder. I can’t think. I can’t.
With a guttural, animal sound, Cassian comes and he’s beautiful, so beautiful that I can’t drag my gaze away. Warm come spills across my chest, my belly, and this is what calms him as he watches it, painting his come onto me, marking me as his.