Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
His hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer, and I can feel the gentle brush of his stubble as he moves toward me, teasingly slow. I’m not sure what to expect, but I know I want whatever he has to give, so I simply let myself fall into his touch, letting him take control.
His tongue flicks out, wet and slick, touching me in places I’ve never been touched by a mouth before. It’s an entirely new sensation, electric and intense, as if every cell in my body is singing with pleasure. I moan softly, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me, clutching them so hard my fingers hurt.
He licks me again, this time more forcefully, his tongue plunging into me as if he’s claiming me, his mouth moving with hunger. And then, as suddenly as he started, he stops, pulling away from me and looking up at me with an intensity that makes my heart leap.
“You have no idea how good you taste,” he murmurs, his mouth glistening with my desire. “How badly I want to drown myself in you.”
I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can feel is the heat of his body, the way his fingers grip my thighs, and the starvation in his eyes. He parts me with his fingers and watches me closely as he works them in and out of me, trying to savor me in every way.
And, fuck, do I need to be savored. Every bit of me taken and held and enjoyed. A respite from the sorrow, a soul lost to pleasure instead of pain.
He looks at me again, his eyes dark with lust, and then he lowers his face and plunges back in, his tongue darting and licking at my most intimate place. I gasp, my hips bucking upward, urging him to continue. He obliges, his tongue delving deeper. He’s not teasing anymore.
I feel myself start to unravel, the waves of pleasure building higher and higher. My body responds to his touch, my hips bucking wildly, my breaths ragged. I feel as if I’m about to explode, and then, suddenly, I do.
In that moment, everything around me fades away. The only thing that exists is Andor’s tongue, his mouth, his lips, his hands. I feel as if I’m soaring, as if I’ve left my body behind entirely and am floating on some celestial plane. I cry out, my voice a guttural, primal sound that fills the room.
Andor doesn’t stop. He continues to pleasure me, his face buried between my legs, his tongue working its magic until I come again, blindsided. This time it’s impossible to stay quiet and my cry fills the room, his name on my lips like a desperate prayer that’s currently being fulfilled.
“Fuck,” I whimper, the word ragged and choked as my body still bucks against his face, writhing wildly with the overwhelming sensations.
“I could do this all night,” he murmurs against me, his lips brushing my cunt until I can’t bear it anymore. “Eating you, tasting you, until I can’t move my mouth. But I also want to fuck you senseless. Let my cock feel how wet I’ve made you. You don’t mind, do you?”
I barely manage to shake my head, my brain addled by the sheer intensity of the sensations that have taken me over. Andor takes this as consent and wastes no time, rising from between my legs, his eyes aglow with possession as he looks at me.
“Look how fucking pretty you are,” he growls, his voice low and gravelly. He makes a low, satisfied sound and quickly takes his shirt off, yanking down his pants.
I can’t look away. I’m entranced, hypnotized by the pure animal lust that’s taking him over, and as he stands before me, naked and imposing, I can’t help but shiver. The sight of his muscular body, taut and glistening with a sheen of sweat, is almost too much for me to bear. Andor prowls over me and leans down, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, and the salt of my own desire hits my tongue.
My hands grip his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin as our tongues dance together. He reaches down for his cock and my legs spread wide for him. I can feel the warmth of his erection against my thigh, and the thought of what he’s about to do to me sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my core.
He positions himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance. I look up at him, knowing I must look a little wild and desperate myself. We lock eyes, and for a moment, everything between us seems to shift. It’s as if all the walls we’ve put up are crumbling, the barriers between our hearts and souls dissolving in the face of this primal connection.