Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“I’ve never forgotten, either,” Eli replied. “The good news is that tonight, we’re gonna give that another shot. And this time, I don’t give a flying fuck if Gus is literally on fire. I’m not leaving you.”
Chapter Ten
~Peaches~
Eli’s mouth caught mine for another kiss, but this one was different. Deeper. Hungrier. Almost desperate in its intensity. I didn’t even notice when his hand drifted down toward my jeans, or when he opened them. The kiss consumed me completely, right up to the instant his finger found my most sensitive spot.
I froze, mesmerized as the digit circled my clit, sending little shockwaves of raw sensation radiating out from my center. At first, there was nothing but perfect pleasure. He’d found exactly the right spot, and now he was utterly focused on working it, every movement slow and steady. Tension started to build within me, along with fresh need.
This was great, but I needed more.
“Faster,” I whispered, letting my head fall back. Eli gave a low laugh, but he didn’t change what he was doing.
I squirmed, starting to feel frantic. But instead of giving me what I desperately wanted, he pulled away from my clit entirely.
“Eli—” I started to protest, but before I could say more, he plunged his finger all the way into me, hitting my g-spot on the first try. My back arched, and I made a noise halfway between a groan and a scream because whatever he was doing…it worked for me.
Holy hell, it worked.
I’d wanted him to go faster, and now he was. Fast and hard, his fingers plunging just like his dick likely wanted to do. I knew this because my hand was between us, holding him so that every time he moved, I felt just how much he wanted to fuck me.
“I want to see you come first,” Eli whispered. As if I had a choice about the sensations ripping through me. That terrible tension was swirling and building with every stroke, and my heart was starting to race.
“That’s a great idea,” I gasped. I felt like I should remember something, but every time I started to form a coherent thought, that finger of his hit my g-spot again.
Probably something about getting him off, I realized.
Except he’d said he wanted to see me get off, which sounded more and more awesome by the second. His hand found a slightly different angle, somehow discovering a way to slide across my clit each and every time. I liked this development.
I liked it a lot.
I liked it so much that when he did it again, my toes curled so hard that it hurt, and I started to pant. I was close—really close—and I could feel my orgasm, hovering just out of reach, calling to me. The sound of my heart beating fast filled my ears as every muscle in my body tightened and…holy shit, was that his thumb touching my—?
I convulsed once, and then a second time, waves of release smashing through the coiled tension, rocking me in a series of little shocks that left me blinking.
Eli’s hand was suddenly on my stomach, rubbing it gently as the last tremors settled. I looked up at him, and he gave me a crooked smile.
“Hell of a bite you got there,” he said softly.
“What?”
“You bit my shoulder. Like a vampire. It was hot, but it also kind of hurt.”
My eyes focused slowly, and then I saw it. A set of bite marks that were already starting to bruise, right in line with my mouth. I swallowed, trying to remember how that’d happened, and coming up blank.
“I’m sorry?” I said, hoping that was right. Eli’s hand slid up, then caught my hair, fisting it as he jerked my head back.
“You’re gonna have to make that up to me,” he whispered. I tried to answer, but then he kissed me. If the last one had been hungry, this one was starving. He went deep, filling my mouth as he lifted his hips, his hand fumbling with his fly.
I wanted to help, but I couldn’t see anything. Suddenly, his jeans were open, and I felt the hard, sleek length of him brush my hand. Then he was settling between my legs, the head of his cock poised at my opening.
Raising his head, Eli pulled away from the kiss. I found myself wanting more and trying to catch him. He caught one of my hands, threading his fingers with mine as he pressed the back of my hand down beside my head.
Then he paused, looking down at me. I couldn’t read his expression. In that moment, Eli King was every bit as strange and dangerous as he’d been when I first met him, and he was holding me down.
He could do anything to me, I realized.
Anything at all.
It should’ve scared me, but instead, it turned me on.