Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
He only distantly registered the details, his attention on her. An attention that dropped to her lips again. “I want at that mouth.” So he took it, sweeping his tongue inside. Her taste—sweet and succulent—sprang into his system, planting a flag in his sensory memories.
Keeping a tight grip on her hair, he devoured her greedily. Her song had been pattering insistently at his skin and willpower since he arrived. Sexual chemistry had just kept brewing between them, rising with every breath they took. And now an all-consuming vicious need slashed at him, drew metaphorical blood, and tore at his composure—painful in its intensity yet bringing his cock to full attention.
Drawing back from the kiss, he dragged his gaze over her from head to toe, a sense of determination beginning to unfurl in his gut. A determination to have, take, dominate. He released her hair and took a step back. “Lose the clothes.”
She swallowed. The tension between them intensified, thickening the atmosphere as the seconds ticked by.
He thought he might have to repeat his order, but then she slowly pulled down the side zipper of her dress. Good girl.
She tugged the straps over her shoulders and allowed the material to swish down her body, leaving her in white lacy underwear that stood out against her tanned—and sparsely inked—skin.
Carnal hunger tightened his belly, fierce and potent. She was seriously fucking beautiful. A sensual masterpiece.
Her movements unhurried, she shed her shoes and underwear. Every inch of her—soft, curvy, perfect—bare for his view, causing pure, molten lust to slam into him.
He strolled toward her, anticipation a drumbeat in his veins. He loosened his tie and pulled it off, keeping his movements slow, letting the tension simmer and stretch. He raked his gaze down her body, mapping it, as he blindly tossed the tie onto a plush chair. “That tattoo looks fresh,” he commented, referring to the pretty and incredibly intricate rose on her thigh, which also featured a small butterfly.
Her gaze fell to his hands as he tackled the buttons of his shirt. “Harper Wallis did it for me earlier today. I’m a fast healer, so it’s only a little tender now.”
In other words, he didn’t need to be careful with her. Noted. “Belial is jealous that someone else marked your skin.” He slipped off his shirt and draped it over the back of the chair.
She stared at his chest, tracing over the tribal ink there. “Mother, may I?” she said to herself with a soft sigh.
Feeling his lips curve up, he crossed to her, looking his fill, drinking in the perfect sight she made. The scent of her need spiced the air between them; baited him, dared him to touch her. Again the drive to take gnawed at his control. His entities stirred restlessly within him, each wanting at her.
Naomi cleared her throat. “I’m naked, but you’re not taking advantage. So lame.”
He swept his thumb over the pulse beating fast in her neck. Her skin was soft, cool, and perfumed with the scent of vanilla. “I’ll be taking every advantage in just a moment.” It wasn’t an exaggeration.
“Your pants are still on. Also lame.”
“So impatient. Are we in a rush?”
“I am. You’ve gotten me all hot and bothered. I’m an instant-gratification girl.”
“You’re my girl for the time being, so you’ll get gratification when I decide—not before.”
Naomi broke out in a shiver as the coating of dominance in his voice wrapped around her like liquid steel. Waves of intensity all but rolled off him as he loomed over her, male greed swamping his gaze. Her demon hummed in interest, curious as to just how deep his dominant streak ran.
She would no doubt soon find out. And the quicker the better. Her body was bursting with anticipation. She needed him to touch her. She didn’t even care where; just needed his hands on her.
“I should warn you,” he said, his pitch dropping an octave.
“Warn me of what?” she asked, a slight croak in her voice.
“I won’t be the only one who plays with you tonight. My demons . . . they’ll take turns with you. They’ll each make you come. And then so will I.”
That wicked promise trailed down her spine like teasing fingertips, and the atmosphere turned electric.
His hand crept up her nape, seized a bunch of her hair, and jerked her head back, wrenching a gasp from her. “We will use you however we please. All four of us. And you will take whatever we give you.”
So he wanted to talk her into an orgasm. Fabulous. She parted her lips to speak—
And his mouth dropped down on hers.
The kiss was hungry and sensuous, interlaced with a hotly sexual promise. Chemicals rushed through her system, dizzying her thoughts.
His free hand gripped her hip and pulled her flush against him. She grabbed at his shoulders and arched into him. The press of his solid, powerful body against hers was just yowzah.