Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I reach for him, desperate to feel more of him. I want his skin on mine. I want to see him stripped bare, too. I try to tug his shirt up, but he catches my hands, pinning them above my head.
"You don't need to do a damn thing, Morgan," he says, his voice rough. "Just let me look at you." His gaze roves over every inch of me again. It should make me self-conscious, but all I feel is hot and alive, high with the kind of power capable of making him lose his mind.
Finally, he lets me go, only to rip his own shirt off—literally, the fabric tears down the collar—and then he kneels over me, unzipping his jeans.
He's all muscle and ink and a wild, restless energy that makes my pulse trip over itself. The sight of him bare-chested, with his zipper down and his cock hard and straining, makes me ache.
I reach for him with greedy fingers, wrapping my hand around his hard length.
"Fuck, Morgan," he groans, his hips bucking into my hand.
I stroke him, greedy for the heavy heat of him in my palm, but he pulls away, pinning my wrists to the bed above my head with one hand again. His mouth is a hot brand on my throat as he works his way down, placing slow, open-mouthed kisses that linger at every spot that makes me squirm.
"I could do this all day," he groans.
I'm not sure I can. My skin is already slick with sweat, every inch of me screaming for relief.
His tongue flicks over my nipple until I'm arching off the bed, trying to rub against him. But he just holds me down, working my body like he's determined to break me.
He keeps going lower and lower until he's kissing down my stomach. My thighs quiver under his hands.
"Please, Blaze. Please." I don't even realize I'm begging until I hear my own desperate voice.
He just chuckles, his breath hot against my skin, and then he spreads my legs wide and settles between them.
I don't have time to be embarrassed before his tongue is on me, turning my world upside down. His stubble burns and his tongue soothes, the two sensations tangling until I'm arching up, writhing, and moaning his name over and over.
He holds my hips down with both hands, like he knows I'll try to escape if he lets me go, and he's right. I'm so sensitive it's almost too much. Every flick and swirl is lightning, every slow drag up my folds a shattering kind of pleasure. But it's like he's daring me to take it, to feel every second of what he's doing to me.
"You taste so fucking good," he rasps against me. "Didn't think it was possible, Calamity, but you might be even sweeter than you look."
My hands twist in his hair, gripping the silky strands like a lifeline. He groans every time I tug, as if it turns him on even more, and then he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I almost black out.
The vibration of his growl rips through my body. He's not gentle, but he's thorough. He licks and sucks and fucks me with his tongue until I'm babbling his name, nothing but a ball of sensation beneath him.
The orgasm builds so fast, it's almost painful. I try to warn him, but all that comes out is a sob, and then I'm coming, hard and violent, my legs shaking uncontrollably.
He keeps working me, milking every last spasm out of me while I gasp and writhe. I try to push him away, but he just growls and holds me tighter, like he's starving and I'm the only thing that will ever satisfy him.
"Please, please!" I sob.
When I finally beg—really beg—he relents, his mouth softening and slowing until I'm just a messy heap beneath him.
He slides up my body, covering me with his weight, his mouth claiming mine in a way that feels more like a confession than a kiss. I taste myself on his tongue and moan, shivering as he cradles my face, his thumbs stroking over my cheeks with a tenderness that makes my chest ache.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers against my lips, the words a growl. "I'm never letting you go. Not ever, Calamity."
"Good," I say, my voice shaking. "Because I'm not leaving."
He grins and then kisses me again, slower this time, his tongue coaxing my mouth open, his body pressing harder against mine. I feel his erection nudging against my thigh and hook my leg around his hip, desperate to get him inside me.
He doesn't tease. He doesn't make me beg. He just lines himself up and pushes in with a low, broken sound that makes me shudder. The stretch is perfect, so perfect it hurts in the best possible way.
"Blaze," I gasp, clinging to his shoulders as he fills me, rocking forward until there's no part of me he hasn't claimed.