Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
"That's not how this ends," he says, taking a step back and lifting his arms over his head.
I read him clearly. We know what we both want, and it isn't blow jobs or hand jobs.
I keep my eyes on him because I know what I'll see if I look down. The bruises marking his skin would take me right out of this moment, the anger would be enough for me to want to get a plane ticket tonight just to burn the fucking compound to the ground.
If the men in that room with him didn't have guns and engage with us when we entered, I don't know if I wouldn't have had to have the same conversation with Kincaid that Nyx had. One look at this man in that chair, blood oozing from several cuts, eyes swollen, and bruises over every visible inch, I knew they wouldn't walk out of there.
"Stop," he says, pulling me from that horrific moment. "Don't get lost in that shit right now."
I pull in a deep breath and let my hands work to get his shirt off. I don't pay his body the same attention he paid to mine, partly out of regret and sympathy, and partly because I want him so badly. A rush of urgency builds inside me.
As if he knows I need something I can't seem to voice, he steps in closer, his lips pressing to mine.
My head clears, my mind devoid of anything other than this moment.
I work his jeans open, my hand seeking his cock and finding it easily. He moans into my mouth, and the sound lands right in the middle of me, my own cock jerking with anticipation.
The next few moments are spent kissing and working our clothes off, and as much as I need this from him, there's still a hesitancy when he pulls me toward the bed.
"We're good," he assures me, his breath warm on my lips.
I lay him down gently, and I can tell by the look on his face that he isn't impressed with the ease I'm showing.
"There will come a time when I throw you on the fucking bed, Zayne. Today isn't going to be one of them."
"Mmm. I like the sound of that. What else will you do when I'm fully healed?" he asks, reaching for the lube.
"I'll bend you over in the shower," I say, stroking his cock. "What are you doing?"
He doesn't stop pouring lube on his cock.
"I had other plans for that," I say with a frown, inwardly wondering how fucking bad lube tastes.
His chuckle lightens the tension a little, and somehow it's exactly what we both need. "Do you think I can handle your mouth on me right now, either? Come here and kiss me."
I do as he asks, my mouth covering his as my hand works up and down his slick cock.
"Slower," he demands, my hand obeying before my mind can even decipher the words. "Do what you did in the shower."
I reposition, shifting my body off of him and lying to the side as he bends his knee, giving me access.
My hands roam down his sack, fingers seeking the tight heat of his body.
His moan has nothing to do with pain when I first breach him, cock jerking against his lower abdomen.
I ache to take him in my mouth, feel the pulse of his orgasm against my tongue.
"Aw fuck, just like that," he praises when I push in and pull out slowly.
My cock leaks against his thigh, and I swear that a few more minutes of this, and I could come without being touched. It doesn't keep me from grinding myself on his side, though.
"Give me more," he pants.
I pull out, pressing two fingers against him. There's more resistance, but his body gives me the access I'm requesting.
"Feel good?" I ask, the question breathy and full of desire.
"So good," he whispers. "So fucking good."
I work on him, mouth finding every inch I can reach in this position, his lips, his throat, his ear. I suck and nibble on all of it.
"I want to know what it feels like," I confess, watching the passion on his face.
His eyes snap open. "Don't say shit like that right now."
I hesitate, my hand stilling.
He reaches down, fingers wrapped around my wrist as he urges me to keep going. I press into him again, loving the way his eyes flutter as if he's struggling to concentrate on anything other than the pleasure he's feeling.
"I'll fucking come," he explains. "Just the idea of prepping you for my cock is enough."
I chuckle, licking up the side of his neck before giving it a little nibble.
"That'll make it happen, too," he warns. "I think I'm ready."
I laugh, the sound echoing around the room.
"Not a chance," I say when he tries to squirm away. "You're not ready."