Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
My head went light, desire curling in wisps of heat through my belly. He kept me there, licking and sucking, tormenting my aching nipples. Each draw of his mouth tugged on something deep within my sex, made it throb, made my insides clench sweetly.
Slowly, his hands coasted down to my hips, tracing my panties before he tugged them down. He looked up at me, even as his hand eased between my thighs. Ice-green eyes burned bright. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.” The calloused tips of his fingers slid along my swollen, slick sex. “Now that I have you, I don’t know where to start.”
My lids fluttered, hands clutching at his shoulders as he rubbed back and forth. “Right there works for me.”
His smile was sin and promise. “You like that, honey?”
“Yes.”
He toyed with the entrance to my sex, pausing there to push just enough for me to feel it, to want it. “How about here?”
“There is . . .” My breath caught. He pushed in, long strong fingers filling me.
“Is what?” he murmured darkly, those talented fingers slowly fucking me, as though he had all the time in the world. The blunt end of his thumb found my puffy clit and circled it.
I whimpered again, falling against him, my arms wrapping around his neck. “So fucking good.”
He made a noise, possessive and greedy, his mouth finding my nipple, his long fingers pushing up into me. “God, you’re perfect. So perfect for me.”
The slight curl of his fingers hit a spot, and that was it. I came in waves, shaking with it, heat swamping me. His eyes held mine as he coaxed me along, drawing my pleasure out.
With a groan that sounded almost pained, Lucian slid to the floor, his wide shoulders edging between my legs. He palmed my thighs in his big hands to hold me steady. And then, with an impatient grunt, he leaned in and kissed my throbbing clit. Kissed it like he kissed my mouth, greedy and deep, licking and sucking, nibbling with firm lips.
I cried out again, my knees so weak he had to hold me up. He ate me like dessert, lapping at my slit before thrusting his tongue inside me.
I couldn’t take it. It was too much. I came again, writhing against his mouth.
“That’s it,” he said between frantic kisses. “That’s it, Em. Work that sweet pussy on my mouth.”
Oh, hell.
I crumpled, dislodging myself before falling onto his lap. I cupped the thick column of his nape and kissed him, drawing in his breath as he groaned and devoured me.
Lucian stood, taking me with him. We tumbled back onto the bed, and I wiggled to the side, my hands fumbling with his jeans, trying to draw them down. The hot length of his cock fell into my palm, and I held him firm, stroking the way I knew he liked.
“Fuck.” His hips jerked. “Let me . . .”
His hands tangled with mine, and we worked to get his jeans off. Once they were free, I nearly flung them off the bed, but he caught them at the last second and wrenched a long packet of condoms from the pocket.
His smile was brief but wide and pleased, and I found myself laughing softly. He paused, his gaze darting over my face. “Fuck, you are so pretty, Em.”
Simple words that struck deep within my heart. As soon as he rolled the condom over his thick length, I pulled him down to me, wanting to feel his strength and weight on me. Wanting to be surrounded by him.
The hot crown of his cock notched against my sex, and we both stopped, our gazes clashing.
“Em.”
I knew what he meant. This felt different. This felt like more than sex. He didn’t look away as he slowly pushed into me, all that hot girth making itself at home.
I moaned and spread my legs wider, working with him. He was big. And there. And it felt so good I could barely breathe through it all.
Lucian dipped his head, trembling with effort to go slow. “God. God. You feel . . .” He broke off with a tortured groan and a hard thrust, filling me completely.
I closed my eyes, my hands smoothing over his damp back. “So good, Lucian. So good.”
That was all he needed. Moving like liquid, he rocked into me, kissing my mouth, whispering how much he needed this, how much he wanted me. I grew incandescent with it, heat licking through me in waves.
Lucian fucked like he did most everything, with perfect finesse and fierce determination. With swagger. Soon we were both panting, moving faster, reaching for that peak yet wanting to prolong it.
“I don’t want it to end,” he said against my mouth. But then he canted his hips, hitting that spot that lit me up and made me scream.