Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“You won’t, little bird. You won’t.”
Rex
* * *
I feel like I’m flying. I carry Inara from the shower to the bedroom. We’re soaking wet, but I want to lay her out, examine her for myself. Kiss every bruise, reassure myself that her heart beats and her lungs breathe. Worship her as she deserves.
She looks at me like she’s seeing me for the first time. Her fingers dig into my hair, pushing it back from my face. “My king.”
I almost fall to my knees. I’m so overcome with everything I’m feeling, everything she is.
“Little bird.” I stagger to the bed and sink down, keeping her in my lap. I’m hard, aching to be inside her, but I don’t need sex right now. I need to hold her. “My Inara.”
She’s still crying but somehow smiling. I grip her tighter when she begins to shake, but she lets her head fall back, laughing. “Oh, gods.” She straddles me, still combing her fingers through my hair, gazing down at me like she’s content to simply marvel that I’m here. My dick is folded between us, and it’s painful, but the pain feels good. Desire’s like a shot of whiskey burning down my throat, reminding me I’m alive.
I wait for her to kiss me, but she cups me close and wrinkles her nose when she looks at the bed. “We made a wet spot.”
“First of many.” I grin and nuzzle her jaw. We’re going to wreck the whole bed together as soon as I’m sure she’s steady. She’s gone from crying to laughing in mere seconds, and I want to make sure she’s okay. I’ll wait for her to confess what she’s feeling and get what she needs off her chest. I’ll wait forever. It’s enough to hold her like this.
She glances to the side and sees my phone lighting up. “Someone’s calling you.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Let the world fall apart. I’ll just keep holding her.
“You should probably get it. We just survived an explosion. There’s going to be questions.” I see the moment reality creeps in. She sobers, but her face is still lighter. Unburdened. “Repercussions.”
I run through the list in my head. Burgess—dead. The Bondage Killer—still out there. Hotel room—secure. Inara—with me.
She’s with me. Finally. Nothing else matters. “We’ll deal with them. Together.”
“I know.” She touches her fingers to either side of my chin. The lightest of touches that coaxes my face up to hers. She doesn’t kiss me, just hovers close, letting her breath mingle with mine. “We have to figure out what to do.”
“We will,” I say to reassure her. Then I surge up, flipping her over. I lay her out on a dry part of the bed and stretch over her, planting a knee on either side of her legs. “But I know what I want to do right now.”
“Mmmm.” She reaches down, and her fingertips brush the head of my cock. My groin tightens, and I groan but hold back from pouncing on her completely.
“Say it again,” I growl through gritted teeth.
Her eyes glitter like she knows the power she has over me. “My king,” she breathes. Her fingers close around me, and I bow forward, desire like a punch in my gut.
“Little bird.” I’m lightheaded, ready to pump into her fist and spill my seed over her glowing skin. “I love you.”
She gasps and releases me. Thank the gods. I don’t want to come before she does.
“I love you.” I grasp her hair and hold her immobile for my kiss. I drag my lips down her throat, licking, kissing, even scraping my teeth over her shuddering skin. I spend some time at her breasts, lapping at her nipples while she pants and wriggles. But the siren scent of her cunt calls to me, and I nestle myself between her legs. I could live here. I can see everything—her sweet folds, already wet with desire, her lithe body laid out on the bed. Her fingers dig into the bedspread, and her heels kick when I kiss her inner thigh. I pin her hips and plant kisses on her sex.
She’s so soft and sweet under my mouth. I sweep my tongue into her, chasing the flavor. She writhes like she might try to escape, so I palm her ass and pull her onto my face. I thrust my tongue into her, fucking her with it while my neglected cock weeps onto the carpet. My own pleasure is an afterthought because I don’t want to leave this space between her legs. I’m right where I want to be.
“Oh gods, Rex—” Her abs tighten, and color floods her face as she comes. I gentle my hands on her, stroking her lightly as she relaxes into the afterglow. Her delicate muscles twitch, sensitive after the rush of pleasure. I place two fingers at her entrance, watching for when she comes down so I can stimulate her again. Her juices glaze my fingertips, and I can’t help bringing them to my lips to suck her off my skin.