Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
"Yes."
He groans softly, breaking the kiss to tug my shirt over my head. Part of me wants to wrap my arms around myself and hide all the soft parts, flaws, and imperfections, but the way he's looking at me like he just won the lottery stops me.
"You're so fucking pretty, Evie." His thumb brushes my nipple through my bra, making me moan. "I've been jerking myself raw to that picture you sent me. I fucking love that I got to see a side of you that you don't show anyone else."
"It was supposed to be a turn off," I mumble.
"You without makeup, looking like a fucking angel?" He arches a brow, pinching my nipple. "There isn't a damn thing unattractive about that, baby."
My head falls back on a moan, my breath unsteady.
"I can't wait to wake up to you in the morning." He slips the straps of my bra down my shoulders, his fingers trailing along my bare skin. "Christ, Evie. I'm ready to come, just thinking about it."
I groan his name, pushing his shirt up higher.
"You want this off?"
"Yes. I want to see you."
He grins at me before yanking it off over his head.
Good god. I think I could die happy right here, staring at all those abs. There are eight of them. Every inch of him is a slab of golden muscle.
"Your turn, princess. Lose the bra," he growls.
I meet his gaze, reaching behind me to unhook it. It immediately falls forward, catching at my elbows. I lower it slowly, teasing him a little.
"Fucking hell," he groans, palming his cock, his eyes locked on my tits. "I can't fucking wait to get my mouth all over those pretty little things, Evie."
"What's stopping you?"
He growls, yanking me off the back of the couch so fast I gasp, clinging to him. I don't even get a chance to catch my breath before he's storming through the house, taking the steps two at a time.
I see nothing but giant windows and our reflections bouncing back at us before we're in his room. I don't see any of it either before I'm on the bed, bouncing on the plush surface.
He's on me in two seconds, his body caging me in.
"Kingston!" I shout, arching as his lips wrap around one nipple, pulling it into his mouth. My hands fly to the back of his head, holding him against me.
He growls, biting and sucking. I feel every move he makes deep in my womb and lower, pulsing against my clit. I pull his hair, moaning his name as he switches from one to the other, going back and forth until the ache is so intense, I think I might explode into pieces.
He kisses his way down my rib cage, trailing his tongue around my navel until my stomach clenches involuntarily. He lingers there, his eyes locked on mine as he digs his teeth into the soft skin just above the waistband of my shorts, biting until I whimper.
I feel him smile against my skin, like he's proud of himself for marking me.
"I'm going to leave reminders of me all over you, princess."
"Yeah?" I ask, my voice breathless. "Do I get to mark you, too?"
Heat flares in his eyes, brighter than the sun. "Fuck yes," he rasps. "Mark me anywhere you want. Mark me everywhere, baby."
He pops the button on my shorts with one hand and drags them, along with my panties, down my thighs. The cool air sends goosebumps up my naked legs, but I'm burning everywhere else, especially when he nuzzles the inside of my thigh and marks me there, too.
"You're shaking," he murmurs, his voice rough with need.
"I need you," I whisper.
"I know," he says, his mouth curving upward as he looks up the length of my body, something predatory and beautiful in his gaze. "But I want you so desperate for me, you can't even remember your own name."
I'm not sure I remember it right now. All I know is the feel of his body against mine and the heat of his lips against my skin.
He kisses my hip, then dips lower, trailing his tongue over the top of my thigh, teasing me until I'm squirming.
"Please," I gasp. "Oh, God. Please, Kingston."
"I love the way you sound when you're desperate for me," he says, his voice so low and deep I feel it between my legs, where I'm already so wet I don't think I can take any more of this. "But I want you to scream for me, Evie."
He doesn't wait for me to answer. Instead, he spreads my knees wide and lowers his mouth to my pussy like he's been starved for it. The first hot, wet pass of his tongue nearly unravels me. The second has me clutching the sheets, arching straight off the bed.
I've never in my life begged for anything, not even as a kid, but I can't stop myself now. I plead. I whimper. I sob his name over and over while he devours me like he thinks he can eat his way straight into my soul.