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)
“Relax,” he urged. “Just relax for me.”
Then she did, finally letting the tension of the week dissolve around her. She closed her eyes and let him ease all the way in. His cock was deep in her throat until she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes watered as she glanced up at him through thick, long lashes. His pleased expression could have toppled empires.
Then he released her. She gasped in a long breath before going for more, sucking him into her mouth again. Her Holly King. Her winter god. Her Graves. She looked up at him with devotion in her eyes as if this was the altar on which she prayed.
His hands threaded into her hair, and then he fucked her mouth. Long, deep strokes that had her gagging and breathless. It was relentless, and she both wanted and didn’t want it to stop.
He was always so controlled. She loved to watch him come undone.
“Close,” he crooned.
She made a noise at the back of her throat, wanting nothing more than for him to find release. But as if he could hear her, he retreated, releasing her hair and tugging her mouth away.
“Wait, I…” she gasped. “I wanted you to come in my mouth.”
His eyes were wide and nearly black with desire. “Fuck, Wren.”
“Please.”
“I want to finish inside you,” he said as he guided her to her stomach. She made a noise of protest, and he asked, “You don’t want to come with me?”
He lifted her ass into the air. “When you put it like that…”
He chuckled as he tugged her leggings down. “Grab your ankles for me.”
It was uncomfortable but bracing, and she shook with anticipation. But then he stood back up and walked to the nightstand. Her eyes trailed him as he returned to his knees behind her.
“Are you still okay with this?” he asked, spreading her cheeks.
“I… Yes.”
“Good girl.”
She wanted to look behind her, but she had a feeling that she would know what she would find. Graves spread her cheeks wider, and then something wet hit her ass—lube.
She expected him to touch her. She didn’t expect him to thrust home, deep inside of her. Her grip tightened on her ankles as she shuddered with relief. He pumped in and out of her a few times. She was so wet from the blow job that she didn’t need any warmup.
Then his thumb moved up to the pucker of her ass, and he rubbed a few tight circles there. She held her breath at the intense feeling that ripped through her.
“Breathe,” he warned. “You’re going to come fast. Just breathe.”
She released the breath in one quick puff, and as she did it, his thumb moved in. She stilled a preternatural instinct as it stretched the delicate skin and tight ring. Then she remembered she was supposed to keep breathing and sucked in more air, releasing it slower this time.
There was no friction as he pulled back out. There was so much slickness teetering between painful and pleasurable. And still he was sliding his cock in and out of her, keeping her utterly aroused so that she was loose for him.
Then he pushed in farther up to a knuckle.
She mewled again, wanting to crawl forward to escape the pleasure and lean back into him to get more of it, feeling the first crest of her orgasm come back to her.
“Mmm, yes,” he said. “There you go. Relax into me.”
And when she did, he pushed in farther, pulling out and sliding back in, taking her a little more each time. And she was so focused on that one finger, she almost didn’t realize how close her orgasm was to the surface. It was as if the added stimulation had taken her from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds.
She couldn’t hold her ankles anymore. She clawed forward at the floor. The murmurs escaping her mouth rising with intensity as he worked her ass and slammed his cock into her.
“Graves, Graves, please…”
And when she was fully Graves’s wren again, nothing else mattered. Because here, they belonged to one another. Here was completion.
They hit the peak at the same time, tumbling over into oblivion. She cried out into the brownstone, not caring if anyone else heard them. The sweet release was necessary. And she’d have it again if she could.
Graves slid out of her, and she collapsed forward onto the floor. He joined her, threading their fingers together as they stared up at the ceiling. He brought their joined hands to his lips. “I’ll pull your hair more often.”
“I think you wanted to mark your territory before we left,” she teased him.
“I wanted you. Plain and simple.” He kissed her. “I always want you.” He kissed her again. “I’d have you here on the floor all day and night if I could.”