Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
I trace one of his tattoos over his right pec with my fingers. I want to explore all of them. Killian's eyes fall closed as I move my finger over, outlining another one. I love how much my touch can affect this man. He’s all big and bad, but a simple caress from me makes him melt. He makes me feel important in ways no one else ever has. I want to give him the same.
"We've got more clothes to go." I push at his chest, and he stares down at me. "You could pretend that I’m able to move you." I try again, and this time he rolls off, landing on his back beside me on the bed.
"Careful, mighty mouse," he teases me, more of the tension that had built inside of him draining away.
"Don't move." I pop up and pull off my dress. Killian pushes up on his elbows to watch me. My bra is next to go. "Center of the bed," I order next. Killian grants my request.
"It's hard for me to not grab you. Come here."
"Hey, I am issuing the orders here," I assert, though I am already maneuvering onto the bed and over him. My body naturally gravitates toward him. It’s been that way since the beginning. Killian's eyes drop to my boobs that sway. I don't stop until I'm over him, my mouth brushing his. I feel so damn powerful in this position and thankful that he’s allowing me to take control. It only proves how good of a partner he is and a reminder that I need to husband him as soon as possible.
"Zolotse—" There is a hint of warning in his tone, but it doesn't faze me.
"What?" I nip at his lip and then swipe my tongue across the spot. Knowing how much he wants me makes me more bold and less shy. “I’m only exploring my man.” His hands grip my ass in a firm hold.
“My control isn’t good when it comes to you.”
“You’re really good for my ego.” I nip his lip again.
“I want to be good for everything for you.” This man can melt me so easily, and I don’t think he’s trying to lay smooth lines on me either. He’s simply stating facts.
"You are," I say, running my finger down his jaw. "Let me be good to you." I kiss him before he can tell me I already am. When I lift my mouth from his, I kiss along his jaw, the same as he does to me. I work my way down, stopping at his nipple, and I circle it with my tongue. I feel his whole body tighten and then relax. I peek up at him and notice how heavily he's breathing. "I'm not trying to tease, I promise." His eyes slightly narrow on me. "Okay, maybe a little, but I have a goal in mind."
I scoot farther down, trailing kisses as I go. I don't stop until I'm sitting on his thighs. I brush my mouth across the top of his pants as my fingers go for the button.
“Zolotse?” Killian audibly swallows. “Are you—?”
“Am I what?” I say innocently, batting my lashes at him, popping the button of his pants at the same time.
"Do you know how gorgeous you are?” Now that, does have heat rising to my cheeks. I pull down his zipper. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Sweetheart.” I grab the pants near the pockets and yank. He slightly raises his hips so that I can get them down his legs. “I want to do this.” I lick my lips again, seeing the bulge that's begging to be freed. “I want to taste you." A string of Russian words leaves him, and I don’t have a clue what he’s saying, but it’s still crazy hot. I slide over so that I’m straddling one of his thighs. Pressing my sex against it.
I slip my fingers into the top of his boxer briefs and pull them down. Killian's cock springs free. I wrap my hand around it, the head red and angry, and a drop of cum forms on the tip.
"I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm going to go with it."
"You can do whatever you want to me." His words come out strangled. When I lean down, Killian reaches up and grabs the headboard. I smirk right before I lick the tip, tasting him.
"Go on, Zolotse, rub your pussy against me while you suck me off."
"Killian." His filthy words make me grow wetter. A bit of his Russian accent is bleeding through. I rock my hips.
"That's it," he encourages. Killian goes to say something else, but I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, making the words die on his tongue and a groan rip free instead.
I go slowly at first, swiping my tongue around the tip, more cum leaking.