Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 171450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 857(@200wpm)___ 686(@250wpm)___ 572(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 857(@200wpm)___ 686(@250wpm)___ 572(@300wpm)
She swallowed. “Yes.”
He grinned. “Good girl.”
Her body heated at the words. Never would she think that an ounce of praise would settle this deep into her bones and set her on fire.
He switched to the other breast, his tongue teasing the delicate skin as his hand slid back down her center to cup her pussy through the fragile material.
“Yes,” she gasped again.
Her skin felt like fireworks were bursting under the surface. Every touch, every press of his lips, every grind of his hips upward built up. A euphoric forever that only his body could unleash in her.
When he pinched at her breast, she gasped, shifting her hips against his growing erection. He grunted against her.
“Fuck, Wren,” he ground out as their bodies found that spot again and again.
There was still a scrap of clothing between them, and she felt like she could combust right then and there. She swiveled her hips, and they rocked together as his finger slipped across her clit. Her head tipped back, and those waves crashed over her.
She’d been so wound up since Edinburgh that the briefest of heated touches sent her over the edge. She dropped her head into the crook of his shoulder and panted.
“Wren?”
She lifted her hooded gaze to his eyes and found barely leashed thunderstorms. Then said one of the only words she was allowed to say. “More.”
His grin was feral and entirely pleased with himself. He lifted her effortlessly into the air as he stood from the chair and carried her into the awaiting bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him. She landed in a heap on the end of the bed, pulling Graves’s shirt all the way off.
His eyes roved her skin as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor. The sharp planes of his abdomen and the muscular cut of his chest, arms, and shoulders were on full display in the dim light.
With a slow, methodical unclasp of his belt before a pop of a button and hiss as his zipper dropped, her mouth salivated just at the excitement of what was to come. His trousers fell off his narrow hips to form a puddle at his feet, leaving him in nothing but black boxer briefs that hugged his powerful thighs. His cock jutted upward, and without even thinking, she reached for him.
He grasped her wrist before she made it to him. Her back hit the mattress with a huff as he pinned her hand above her head. He moved at lightning speed, much faster than he normally did except when he was fighting. It was a warlock speed, and to use it now meant business.
Her pupils dilated in alarm and desire, the two always mingled between them.
“Don’t move these,” he said, adding her other wrist on top of the first.
“Yes,” she all but panted.
He slid off of her, slow and luxurious, taking away the hard press of his body and the feel of his cock digging into her stomach. Then he hooked his thumbs under his boxer briefs, and they fell away, too.
Kierse wanted to move her hands. She wanted it desperately. It felt like the first time in so long that she was wholly her own person, free to give herself away to who she saw fit.
And the only person she wanted was directly in front of her.
His nose brushed along her ankle as he drew her leg up and over his shoulder. He slipped up her leg and along her inner thigh, leaving heated kisses in his wake. He found the hem of her thong and slid it under her ass. Then he drew them back off of her body the way he’d just come.
Still, she didn’t move.
“Who knew you could take such good orders?” he asked as he crawled onto the bed over her. “This is about the time in a mission where you begin to improvise.”
“Graves,” she warned, swiveling her hips invitingly.
He chuckled under his breath. “You’re supposed to scream my name as you come. Not use it in frustration.”
“Graves,” she repeated breathlessly.
“Mmm, I do like when you beg.” He leaned over her, pressing kisses up her stomach as his cock jutted toward her opening.
She threw her head back at every touch to her exposed skin, wanting nothing more than to align their bodies and have him take what they both so desperately wanted. But he couldn’t read her right now. They couldn’t share this intimate moment, mind to mind, which meant that he had to earn every gasp and yelp and scream that came from her lips.
And fuck did he earn them as he pressed his cock flat against her pussy and rocked back and forth. She leaned into him, claiming his mouth for her own, wanting everything he gave her, the silence in her mind a wonderful, deafening nothing.