Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
There’s no sarcasm in his voice. I don’t know how to begin to process what it is he’s trying to tell me, but I need to know what happens next in this twisted story. It takes all of my concentration to get out my next few words.
“And...and then what?”
Nine raises my arms and pins my wrists to the mattress. He grazes his teeth over the sensitive spot behind my ear. He lowers his voice to a deliciously deep rumble that has me vibrating with his every word. “And then he eats her.”
He releases my hands and tugs up the t-shirt. He tears my panties from my body and tosses them to the floor, placing both hands on my hips. I don’t know if he’s anchoring me to the bed or to him, but regardless of which, it’s him not wanting to let me go.
And for the first time, I don’t want to run.
He pushes his hair from his face and admires me from head to nipples, to stomach, to legs. He parts my thighs, pushing them wide at the knees until there’s no secrets left between us. I’m bared to him. All of me is his for the taking.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin, painting a hot trail with his tongue as he lowers himself down my body, across my upper thigh to the apex between my legs where his mouth lingers softly over the pulsing aching flesh.
He reaches up, and pinches my right nipple as he lowers his mouth and covers my clit with warmth, again lightly sucking, but this time right where I’m craving his touch. Immediately, the pressure and tension in my body makes me feel like a Stretch Armstrong, pulling me further and further apart, ready to snap back at any second. I feel my pussy tense and release, contract, gripping at nothing until his tongue fills the empty space inside of me, and I clamp down around him over and over again.
I arch up high above the bed and grip his hair between my hands. He pushes me back down, grabbing my thighs and throwing them over his shoulder. Holding me in place by my hips.
It’s a kind of torture, but the last kind I expected.
When I can’t take anymore, coming undone is nothing like I ever experienced. A man has never given me an orgasm before now, and I half expected it to be like a series of waves gently washing over me, causing my body to shudder in satisfactory bliss.
But that’s the shit in my mother’s old romance novels.
This is reality.
This is Nine, the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, with his tongue between my legs.
It’s so much better.
But this thing between us, connecting us, is far from a romance.
It's a crash.
A fucking freefall.
My throat burns along with the rest of my body as a scream tears from my throat, until I can no longer hear my own voice. The pressure builds and builds until I’m falling faster. Harder. My vision blurs. I can’t see anything, but I feel everything.
I hit the ground below, and I hit it hard.
So hard that my entire body breaks apart on impact. I writhe to both relish in and relieve myself from the intensity. The pressure.
The pain.
This is what death feels like.
No, this is what life feels like.
I press my thighs around his head as the force of the impact hits me. I thread my fingers in his hair, crying out his name. Moaning through the pleasure that continues and continues and doesn’t let up because Nine hasn’t let up. He continues licking and sucking until the last vibration of pleasure courses through me. I shudder as it leaves my body, my muscles go completely slack.
When I come to, my eyes flutter open to find myself eye to eye with Nine, who is staring down at me with wide-eyed wonderment. His hair is disheveled. His swollen lips parted. His chest heaving as he licks his lips and stares down between my spread thighs.
I’m incoherent as I babble, “I think I hit the ground. Hard.” I wiggle to check to see if my muscles are still working and sit up when I feel the sheets are completely soaked beneath me.
Nine chuckles. “No, you didn't hit the ground. You hit the water.”
My face flames. “I…” I trail off, feeling suddenly embarrassed.
“Don’t you dare fucking apologize for that.” Nine rasps, removing my hands from the damp sheet I am now using to cover my bare breasts. “I’ve never been so hard from making a girl come in my entire damn life, and I won’t have you ruin it by apologizing.”
I meet his heavily lidded gaze. He presses a soft kiss to my inner thighs before reaching up and pressing on my chest, pushing me back down to the mattress. He grips my thighs and tosses them back over his shoulders, so his head is between my legs once more.