Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 105183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
I haven’t the capacity to think about that while I’m at the mercy of this gift. I roll my head as he pushes his thumbs into the space between my shoulder blades, feeling like I’m spiralling into complete delirium. I can smell him, I can sense him, I can feel him, but I need to see him. Taste him. I try to turn again, but he forces me back down. I growl my frustration but obey his silent order, and he continues to massage me all over, his soft, firm hands unreal, my mind lost.
Coolness meets my spine, and I jerk. Oil. He’s dripping oil on me. The heel of his hand pushes into the base of my spine and glides firmly up to my neck, seeming to push every inch of doubt out of me. I’m taking this. Taking him. I couldn’t say no if I wanted to, and in this moment, I don’t.
His palms splay across each side of my back, drifting down onto my hips, spreading the oil, then back up again, brushing the edges of my breasts. My breath hitches, and for the first time, I hear his breathing too. Deep, long breaths. The blanket is pulled off my legs, leaving me completely bare except for my knickers. Exposed. Vulnerable.
Another brush of my breasts as he drags his hands back down, hooking his fingers into the top of my knickers when he reaches them. My eyes open. My hands ball and flex. My heart pounds. Harder and harder and harder.
The music goes on as I lift my hips and let him draw my knickers down my legs. His palms wrap around my ankles and hold me for a few seconds before he slides them up my calves. Onto my thighs. Stops. Works circles, kneading a little. Then up some more, stroking softly over my arse. I gasp when I feel his lips push into my left cheek. His mouth opens, he bites down gently, and my lips press together, but a smile breaks as he sinks his teeth into my butt, the pain tolerable.
And then he swats it before spinning me onto my back.
And I see him.
“Oh Jesus,” I whisper, my thighs wet with my desire as I stare up at his naked physique, my eyes delighted. I prop myself up on my elbows. His hair is messy, falling forward, forcing him to rake it back. His mouth is lax, his chest undulating, and . . .
Shit.
I think I’m in fucking love.
I shake that crazy thought away, getting back to the matter at hand. The Adonis standing over me like a polished marble statue waiting to feed my every desire. He rests his hands on the end of the bed by my feet and leans forward, his eyes on mine. I definitely detect a hint of triumph in his dark gaze, which is particularly green today. I can’t even be indignant about his obvious satisfaction. But he still doesn’t speak, and I keep my mouth firmly shut too, at risk of blurting something wholly inappropriate.
Lock me up and inflict this pleasure on me every day for the rest of my life!
His eyes drop to the strip of hair at the apex of my thighs, his tongue tracing his bottom lip, wetting it. I fall to my back, covering my face with my bent arm, bracing myself for his assault as his hands slide under my knees and yank me farther down the bed.
Straight onto his mouth.
“Jude!” I scream, the instant pleasure lifting me off the bed.
“Shhhh,” he hums across my wet, aching flesh, licking me straight up the centre. I hold my breath and grab fistfuls of his hair, very aware I could raise the dead and alert the whole of Arlington Hall about what’s going down in here.
He nips at my inner thighs, sucks hard, bites harder, his forearm spread across my stomach to hold me down. I’m out of my mind, my loud breathing and the sound of him gorging on me blending with the provocative beats of the track. His tongue circles my clit, kisses the tip, lashes through my very centre, pushing inside me, fucking me. My head starts to shake, thrashing from side to side as I feel my pleasure climbing, the pressure building. I don’t know what to do with myself, don’t know how to deal with this level of wonderful torture. His working mouth gets firmer, faster, his hands sliding up my torso to my breasts and tweaking my nipples brutally, making my back snap into an arch. He forces me back down. I pant. He licks me. I whimper. He kisses me. I groan. He sucks me into his mouth.
I release my fierce grip of his hair and start hitting the bed by my sides, feeling beads of sweat trickling down my temples. My stomach muscles ache, my thighs scream.