Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Your turn, Polly.”
That was the first time she hesitated. Her eyes were huge in her face as she took me in, gazing at me. I saw the fear and worry creep in. I knelt on the mattress, nuzzling her mouth. “I won’t hurt you, mo mhuirnín.”
“I know,” she replied, a quaver in her voice.
“Tell me,” I demanded tenderly.
“You’re so beautiful. So strong and fit. I’m covered in scars and bruises. You’re a god, and I’m just…”
“Just?” I prompted.
“A pale ghost. Inexperienced. A body more like a child than a grown-up. How could I compete with all the other women you’ve had? I don’t know—”
I cut her off with my mouth, kissing her until she was breathless. I stood, tugging off her pants and socks, leaving her as exposed as I was.
“You are lovely,” I murmured. “Pale, yes. Ghostly, no. You glow for me, Anna. Your skin is marked, showing you survived. Your bruises don’t make you less beautiful to me. I want to kiss every one of them and watch as they fade every day until all I kiss is the velvet of your skin. And yes, you’re tiny.” I smiled as I looked at her, small on my large bed. “But not a child. Your breasts nestle perfectly in my hands. Your legs were exactly right wrapped around my waist. We are going to fit together so well.”
I climbed over her, tracing my tongue along one bruise. “I’ll start here and mark out a map. We’ll count daily until there is nothing left to count. Nothing but skin for me to lick and kiss. Mark as mine.”
I had no idea where my words were coming from. But they fell from my mouth before I could stop them, and at the moment, I didn’t care.
She groaned as I started, caressing and kissing each mark. Every bruise. I traced some, nuzzled others, licked more. From her neck to her feet, I went, and then I started back up, pausing by her thighs. “I know where each one is now. But I think maybe you’re aching elsewhere?” I ran a finger to her center, her gasp making me smile. “Here, mo mhuirnín? You’re aching here for my mouth?”
“Niall,” she whispered, grasping the comforter.
I sat back on my heels, looking at her. Committing her to memory. Her hair was spread over the navy sheets, a swath of gold on the blue. Her nipples were stiff and damp from my mouth, her lips swollen from mine. I wrapped my hands around her knees, opening her to me. She was pink and wet, her skin glistening. I licked my lips, stroking along her seam. She arched off the bed with a cry.
“Oh, very needy,” I murmured.
“I’ve never. No one ever—” she babbled.
“I know, baby. That makes it even better.”
Then I lowered my head, spread her wide, and kissed her clit.
ANNA
I hadn’t expected to end up in bed with Niall this afternoon. Normally a quiet person, I knew the argument I started was unlike me. His reaction should have frightened me, but instead, it turned me on.
Because underneath the anger, his furious words, and his implied threats, was Niall. And I knew he would never hurt me.
And now with his mouth on my body and his tongue licking at me, I was a mass of quivering need and want. I had never experienced the sensations I was feeling right now. My own attempts never brought out anything like he was doing.
He groaned as he worked me, as if he was enjoying it as much as I was. He licked and sucked at my clit, teased my entrance, sliding in a long, hard finger. I gasped at the invasion, wondering how it would feel when he replaced it with his cock. His much larger, thicker cock.
He snaked one hand up my torso, pinching my nipple, then did the same to the other side. It felt so good, I cupped them as he removed his hand, pinching them myself.
“That’s it, Anna. Play with them. Show me how much you like what I’m doing to you.”
He cupped my ass, lifting me closer to his mouth, and I gasped at the added feeling. His tongue dipped inside me, twisting, plunging as he sucked on my clit. Pleasure built inside me, a slow, steady burn, and I rocked my hips against his mouth. He used one hand to hold me, the other to press his finger in again, adding a second and stretching me wide. He curled them, hitting something deep and mind-blowing. I cried out as an orgasm tore through me, obliterating everything else. I was a mass of responsiveness. Hot, cold, shaking, waves of euphoria crashed over me, leaving me breathless. He tempered his touch, his mouth now soft and gentle on me, easing me back to the mattress. He loomed over me, a dark shadow in the room, his lips glistening from me.