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 moved closer, pressing his hard dick against her lower stomach, and put his lips to her ear. “I want to bury my cock inside you. Lock it deep. Leave it there. So you’ll always feel me.”
Her belly fluttered. “We can certainly make the first part happen.”
He trailed a finger down the side of her face. “Don’t get wet yet.”
Naomi felt her jaw go slack. “Are you joking?”
“Not in the slightest.”
Then the sensual torture began. Her neck was kissed, licked, and bitten. Her breasts were clutched, kneaded, and stroked. Her nipples were sucked, pinched, and twisted.
He didn’t only use his mouth and palms and teeth; he used his telekinetic power. It was like having a second set of hands on her. The sensations . . . there were so many she couldn’t fully process them; could only drown in them. And yet every cell in her body greedily screamed for more, more, more.
Control. Where was her control?
Nowhere to be seen.
She was moaning. Panting. Shaking. Aching to come. But each time she came close, he eased up; let the tension inside her dim. Then he’d push her high all over again only to stop once more before she imploded.
A tortured whimper slipped out of her just before he tore off her panties. It was as much relief as it was pleasure when he finally, finally cupped her pussy.
He slipped a finger through her folds—oh God, yes—and then tutted. “I told you not to get wet yet.”
“You set me up for failure is what you did. That isn’t anything to smile about.” But he was wearing one of his half-grins, the bastard.
A bastard who abruptly dropped to his knees.
He parted her folds with his thumbs and took a long lick. Fuck, that felt good. His hum of male appreciation went right to her core.
Then he ate her out. No teasing, no gentleness, no building her up to an orgasm slowly. He went to town down there, using that blessed tongue to lick and flick and swirl and stab. At the same time, he telekinetically squeezed her breasts and plucked at her nipples.
Her body couldn’t take the overload of sensation much longer. The responses he wrenched out of it were melting her brain.
Her composure? Totaled. Absolutely totaled. She was a sexual wreck—mindless, breathless, speechless—and frantic to find the release she’d been chasing that he’d so far denied her.
She didn’t get it then, either.
Before she could fracture, he was back on his feet, towering over her, his face a mask of greed, his raw sexuality sucking the oxygen right out of the air. “Know what you taste like?”
“What?” she rasped.
“Mine.” The buzz of power surrounding her wrists disappeared. “Bend over the arm of the sofa.”
Anticipation flowing in her veins, she somehow made her way to the couch on wobbly legs and did as he asked.
His belt jingled. A zipper lowered. Something hot, heavy, and hard smacked her butt.
A waft of cold whispered up her back, and she knew one of his demons had risen.
“Such a perfect little toy,” it purred. Abraxas. “I would like to lock you away somewhere no one else can find you, so I can have you all to myself.” It grabbed her wrists and wrenched both arms behind her back. “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”
“Actually, yeah, I would.”
It slid its palms to her upper arms. “Pity.”
She hissed through her teeth as the flesh beneath its hands started to burn. The hurt fast became pleasurable, telling her that she was being branded. Again. “I—” She cut off as it slammed its cock home, sending a hot nick of pain arrowing up her inner walls.
Her breath hitched so abruptly she almost choked on it. After all the foreplay, she was wet but swollen and supersensitive, so the demon’s rough possession was both pleasure and pain.
“You take my cock like it was made for you.” The words came from Luka, so he’d evidently taken back the wheel. He hooked one hand over her shoulder and clamped the other around her wrists, keeping them behind her back. “Hold on.”
He rode her impossibly hard. His hips snapped furiously forward again and again, plunging his cock deep, making her eyes fall shut in pure bliss. His belt buckle jingled with each smack of his flesh against hers.
“That’s it,” he grunted as she pushed back to meet his thrusts.
“Deeper.”
“If I go deeper, it’s going to hurt.”
“I don’t care.”
Taking her at her word, he released her shoulder and angled her hips slightly, allowing his dick to slide further in. Fuck. Then he was punching it in and out of her, his pace wild.
Possessiveness burned through him and jolted his system like a drug. No woman had ever affected him this way. None. He’d never coveted anyone the way he did Naomi. Had never been so greedy for every detail of their life. Watching her face, searching for little slivers she hid from him, had become an obsession.