Darkest Before Dawn (His Perfect Darkness #2) Read Online Lee Savino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: His Perfect Darkness Series by Lee Savino
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
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He steps close, and I smell his delicious scent, cedar and spice and a tang of sweat. He teases me, brushing the head of his cock over my mouth, painting my lips with his pre-cum. I lick my lips and extend my tongue, chasing another taste. His dark chuckle rings in my ears, making me blush. He’s mastered me, and he knows it. But he gives me what I want, pushing past my lips and filling my mouth. There’s a tug on my hair. He’s holding the ropes back around my hair again and using them to control me. “Lick the underside,” he orders, and when I do, he groans. “That’s it, baby. Gods, you feel so good.”

He presses forward, hitting the back of my throat. I gag a little, and he backs off, only to push forward again. He tugs my hair with one hand and strokes my neck with the other, coaxing me to take him deeper. “Relax, little bird. Let me in. Yes, like that. Fuck, how you please me.”

His dick knocks at the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose and keep my muscles loose. I love this, I tell him by swirling my tongue around him. Give me more. I push my head forward and hum. He curses and tugs me back by my hair until tears leak out from under my blindfold. My pussy throbs, aching and empty, but I feel so satisfied, licking him, choking on him the way he likes.

“You’re too good.” He pulls out. I’m panting, my face painted with our combined essence, and all I feel is immense satisfaction at having pleased him.

He trails his fingers over my swollen lips. His scent wafts over me when he leans in to kiss me. I respond with eagerness, craning my neck to push into the kiss, straining towards him as much as I can while being restrained.

“Shall I give you your reward?” he whispers. His big hand cups my cheek, and I lean into it. My sex thrums with anticipation, but I’m content to soak in this moment of tenderness. This is why I love submitting to Rex. He thinks ahead to the next move. All the decisions rest on his shoulders, and I can just. . . be.

“Whatever you want.” I turn my head to kiss his fingers. “Master.” I still hesitate to call him that, but when I force it out, it fills me with peace. There’s nothing left for me to do but surrender.

“My gods.” His normally certain voice shakes. “You were made for me.”

He walks down the length of my body, his fingers never leaving my skin. He’s tied me up at the right height to pull my hips towards him and thrust into my entrance.

I’ll never get used to how his thickness stretches me. We both moan from the pain that’s on the edge of the pleasure, and the pleasure that’s on the edge of pain. He trails his fingers across my skin, tracing the sensitive line of flesh at the edge of the bindings. The rope creaks as he begins to move. I can’t push against him, can’t escape; I can only hang here and take it. His movements make me swing, and as the cool air rushes over me, I focus on the place we’re joined. The way I’m stretched around him, the way he probes me, driving deep, using the swinging momentum to slam into me, tipping my senses into blissful overload.

And when he’s thoroughly used my body, he grips the tied length of my hair, bowing me back further. Making me feel his control. Obliterating me until there’s nothing left but pleasure. No more Inara. No more Rex. Only us.

I spent my whole life running from this level of intimate connection. Only Rex, with his passion to consume me, could coax me to this level of surrender.

In another life, Rex would be perfect for me. We could be together. Joined completely, allowing our bodies to sing to each other in counterpoint. It’s a tempting fantasy.

It’ll have to remain a fantasy.

After this, no more. I can’t allow myself to be with Rex.

But I’ll always remember this moment, this feeling of being totally his.

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Rex

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The best thing about a long scene is the aftercare. I carry Inara’s limp body to our bedroom. The first stop is the bathroom, where I wash us both clean. The ropes left red marks snaking over her golden skin, and I admire them before massaging the braid-like indentations. I offer her painkillers and arnica, but she mumbles and shakes her head, so I bundle her up and take her to bed. I wrap myself around her and sleep like the dead until morning.

Two things wake me—her leaving the bed and my rock-hard dick. I roll to my back and admire her shadowed silhouette. She sneaks to the bathroom, and then returns, but not to bed. She tiptoes to one of the closet doors, sneaking a glance inside.


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