Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 132951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
He makes a noise in the back of his throat, lips skimming my collarbone. “You never have enough blankets.”
“I don’t need more blankets when you insist on relocating me every night,” I argue.
“You’re proving my point, darling, not your own.” His cheek brushes my nipple, and he lifts his gaze. “Close your eyes for me.”
“Why?”
“I want to play a game with you.”
My apprehension must be written all over my face.
“If you don’t like it, we’ll stop. But I think you might not be opposed.” Another soft kiss. “Have I taken good care of you so far?”
I swallow down the anxiety. “Yes.”
“Do you trust that I always want to make you happy?”
I soften at the hope and fear swimming behind his eyes. “Yes, Connor, I trust you.” I close my eyes.
The weight of his body leaves me.
I crack a lid. “What are you doing?”
“Eyes closed.” When I comply, he leans over me and presses his velvet lips to each lid. “I’m going to worship every inch of you, like a good, devoted husband.”
His hair tickles my neck as he kisses the hollow of my throat.
The sound of our breathing fills the room, and the bed dips just before his hair brushes my collarbones. Anticipation makes my heart race as he leaves several open-mouthed kisses on the swell of my breasts, the deep rumble from his chest heating me from the inside.
His breath tickles my skin. “Would you like to keep playing?”
“Yes, please.”
His fingers find mine, and he brings them to his cheek. “Can I trust you to keep your eyes closed?”
“Yes, you can trust me.”
“Such a sweet menace.” He kisses my fingertips and the warmth soaks into my skin, rushing through my veins.
Something tickles my stomach—not his fingers, or his hair or his mouth. I gasp and shiver. “What is that?”
“Tell me how it feels.” Another soft sweep across my belly, followed by the scrape of his teeth on the edge of my jaw.
I moan and sigh, already in love with the discordant sensations. “It’s a…feather?”
“That’s right, darling.” His lips close around a nipple, sucking softly as that feather brushes between my thighs. He follows with a nip of teeth, a gentle swipe of tongue, and a rough suck.
Every time I think he plans to kiss or touch me where I want it most, he moves away. His mouth dips lower, past my navel. Warm, wet kisses anoint my overheated skin, my soft sighs and his groans filling the space around us.
All I am is want. I’m drenched in desire as sensation spirals. I grip the sheets, toes curling as he circles and circles, closing in.
“Connor, please…” I whimper.
“Do you want the game to end?” His lips brush the juncture of my thigh with every word.
“You’re pure evil.” I groan, hips rolling against nothing.
“The devil himself,” he agrees.
He pushes my legs wide, and then his hot mouth is on me, tongue sliding over sensitive skin, the sharp bite of teeth against my inner thigh. The featherlight brush of his hair across my stomach nearly undoes me.
I’m shaking with need. Desperate for release.
And then his tongue glides through my slit, and the nip of teeth sends a shockwave through me. Connor’s deep groan vibrates against me, followed by deliciously rough suction. I bow up off the bed, toes curled, sheets fisted in my hands.
His mouth leaves me for one painful, interminable moment. “Open your eyes and look at me when I’m feasting on your perfect cunt, darling,” he demands.
I blink against the sudden brightness, taking in the sight of my husband, his broad shoulders forcing my legs wide, tattooed arms looped around my thighs, dark eyes heavy with lust.
He licks up the length of me and latches onto my clit. I come in violent waves, moaning his name, pussy contracting around nothing as he laves me. It’s intense—overwhelming and not enough at the same time. I grip his hair and yank viciously when I can’t take any more. He presses a kiss to my clit and prowls back up my body, lethal and gorgeous and mine—for now, I can’t help reminding myself. I vow to enjoy every last minute while I have him.
“I need you inside me.” I push his boxer briefs over his hips—somewhere along the way his socks have disappeared, maybe while he was making me come with his mouth? Freeing his erection, I hook my leg over his hip, pulling him on top of me.
Connor gazes down at me, gentle fingers sliding into my hair. “Let me get a condom.”
There’s a heart-shaped box on the nightstand. He flips it open, grabs a foil square, and quickly rolls it down his length. And then he settles between my thighs, erection sliding over slick skin. Time slows. His face is a mask of desire as our bodies align.
He tenderly cups my face in his hands, the tremble nearly imperceptible. “If we go forward, we can’t go back,” he whispers.