Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 156728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 522(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 522(@300wpm)
“Lower.”
“Here?” His knuckles grazed her smooth lips, feather-light and maddening.
“Jack.” His name was a sob.
He rewarded her patience by sinking one finger between her folds.
The tight, slick heat that greeted him made his vision swim. She was molten silk, drenched with wanting, and his finger glided through her folds like a blade through warm honey. Her hips bucked against his hand, chasing friction, and he let her ride the sensation while he circled her entrance with aching patience.
“So wet,” he murmured against her breast, dragging his tongue across her nipple in time with the lazy stroke of his finger. “All of this, just from my hands on you?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He notched his fingertip at her opening, mindful of her inexperience but unclear what that actually meant. “Daisy.” He kissed her shoulder reverently. “Have you done this before?”
The flush that swept across her chest answered before her words.
“I know you’re a virgin, but was there ever…?”
She swallowed. “No.”
The word sent fire through his chest. She’d given herself to the Feast—signed her body over to strangers in masks—and her innocence somehow remained intact.
Her implicit trust in him was staggering. He didn’t want to hurt her. Despite his tortured past, she was the first woman he’d touched like this. The first woman he wanted to touch.
“We can slow down.” His voice came out ravaged.
“Only if you need to.” Her hips tilted toward him, seeking. “I want your hands on me.”
Something fractured behind his ribs.
He pressed his forehead to her sternum, breathing through the weight of what she was offering. “I need you to tell me if anything hurts.” He lifted his head to hold her gaze. “Not silence. Not endurance. If there’s pain, you tell me, and I stop. Understood?”
She nodded, eyes luminous in the firelight.
“Words, Daisy. I need to hear you say it.”
“I’ll tell you. I promise.”
He kissed her then—soft, reverent, a seal on the covenant between them. When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, and her breath came in shallow pants.
“We’ll go slow,” he murmured against her mouth. “Tell me how it feels.”
He pressed his finger inside—barely a knuckle’s depth—and her body clamped around him like a fist. So impossibly tight. So blisteringly hot. His cock throbbed with jealous anguish, straining against the fine wool of his suit, desperate to feel her everywhere.
“Ah…” Breath shuddered out of her, equal parts surprise and discovery.
He held perfectly still, giving her time to adjust, his lips trailing featherlight down the column of her throat. “Just breathe. Let your body open naturally.”
He counted her heartbeats against his mouth, never taking his lips off of her. When her inner muscles softened, and her hips rocked in tiny, unconscious circles, he allowed himself another inch.
She gasped. Her fingers dug into the bedding above her head.
“Still okay?”
“Yes. More. I want—” Her voice fractured. “I want to feel more of you.”
It wasn’t a performance. She was a revelation in truth.
He sank deeper, curling his finger to stroke along her front wall, searching, watching her every response. Her spine arched off the mattress, and a sound tore from her throat that was almost a scream.
“There—oh God, there!”
He pressed again, her inner walls gripping his stroking finger, her slick heat pulsing against his knuckle. Her heartbeat pulsed against his knuckle—that intimate throb of blood that fluttered excitedly.
“You’re opening now.” He kissed the words into the hollow of her throat. “Can you take more?”
“Yes.” No hesitation. Just hunger.
He withdrew almost completely, swirling a second finger in her arousal, then pressed into her entrance slowly. The fit was tight and the stretch visible in the way her brow furrowed.
“Too much?”
“No, keep going.” Her teeth sank into her lower lip.
“Breathe out,” he instructed. “Push against me. Let me in.”
She obeyed, exhaling slowly, and her body surrendered. His fingers slid home, filling her completely, and the moan that spilled from her lips was the most erotic sound he’d ever heard.
“Jack.”
“There we go.” He carefully stretched her with slow, measured strokes. “Does that feel nice?”
“Mmm, yes.”
Her body unfurled beneath him as it learned pleasure for the first time—as they both discovered her pleasure together.
He curled his fingers, building her higher with each deliberate stroke. His other hand found her breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she writhed between the dual sensations like a woman caught in a fever.
“That’s it.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight peak. “Every sound you make gets me hard.”
Her hips rolled against his hand. He added his thumb to her clit, pressing firm circles. “Don’t fight it. Just let your body take what it needs.”
Her pleasure became his obsession. Every flutter of her lashes, every catch in her breath, every desperate roll of her hips was a language he wanted to speak fluently.
“Jack…”
He kissed the underside of her jaw, her neck, the sensitive spot behind her ear. “I want to feel you fall apart.”