Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
“Are you warm?” he whispers against the skin of my thighs.
“You’re… you’re asking me now?”
“You’re all goosebumps.” His fingers skim my flesh, caressing up my waist to my breasts. “Just wanted to make sure you’re not distracted. When you come for me, I want it all. Zero interference.”
I suck my bottom lip.
While it’s tempting to flip over and push him down on the bed and let him sink inside me now, the curve of his cheek tells me this is another tease.
One more part of the buildup to the revelry that might break me.
He knows what the goosebumps are for.
And he knows that after tonight, he’ll have my soul.
“Why don’t we just skip to the part where you fuck me?” I whisper, grabbing his hair and giving his head a little tug.
“Careful. That filthy mouth could get you into trouble.” His green eyes glow as he looks up my body like the hungry wolf he is.
“You haven’t heard anything yet, Mr. Saint.”
“I’d like to.”
“Then you know how to make me talk.”
He chuckles roughly, sucking my thigh hard enough to mark it before sliding two fingers deep.
“Fuck!” I arch my back, helplessly grinding against his face.
“I want to taste you in my goddamn dreams, duchess. If you don’t squirt, you’ll learn.”
Oh, shit.
He grunts with rough delight before his mouth goes to work again, sending me to heaven.
No resistance now.
No more teasing.
I’m so close already it’s like a raging fever about to peak and break.
It’s almost shameful how fast he throws me off the cliff.
No one else could ever do this.
Certainly not this easy.
But my breaths go shallow until I’m panting, frozen, waiting for that magic moment.
The cool air kisses my bare breasts when his mouth can’t, still damp from previous kisses.
His arm sears me as he holds me down.
My knees fall open, shaking, and he meets my eyes as he looks up at me with his mouth on my pussy.
This is the wild divine.
A slow, arrogant smile I feel against my flesh, unleashing a flood that’s biblical.
Coming!
My climax barrels through me, a rushing current of white-hot fire.
Three seconds in, I’m writhing, straining to cope with the enormity of what he’s done to me.
My psyche splits in two as my body convulses, all wet heat. I can’t tell where his face ends and I begin.
And I hear his command in every ruthless sweep of his tongue, centered on my clit and utterly merciless.
Come for me, Margot.
Come like you’re fucking mine.
I do.
God, yes, and I fall apart so beautifully the universe melts away until there’s just his magic kisses, my delicious torture, and endless green eyes.
He rides out every screaming convulsion before his head rises again, lips and chin damp with a primal look in his eyes.
“Now,” he whispers, stopping to swirl his tongue against my nipple as he travels up my body. “Now, I’ll fuck you.”
“Now? Don’t you want me to return the favor?” Somehow, I sit up, my robe pooling under me.
His cock presses against my stomach, hot and heavy, and I reach for it desperately.
He breathes a curse as I wrap my fingers around it.
“I’d rather fuck you,” he growls.
“And I’m pretty good with my mouth.” I push him back against the bed and position myself between his knees. “Don’t worry, you’ll still get to fill my pussy up.”
“Fucking deal.” He watches me with dark eyes as I lick the bead of moisture from the slit on his pulsing head.
With one last grin, I go to town, pushing my lips down his shaft, taking half of him—everything I can manage.
In no time, I’m gagging, but I love the mangled sound he makes, bucking his hips like a bull before he regains control.
This blow job isn’t elegant or slow or sweet.
It’s disgustingly hot.
Deliciously messy.
I love seeing him lose control, and I bring every trick in the book to ruin him.
Using my hands to follow my mouth, I stroke him deeper, swirling my tongue around his head like I’m licking an ice cream cone.
He fists my hair until he’s pulling.
I think he might want to guide me, but he just holds me as I work until his huge balls strain, tighter with every stroke, and he swells under my tongue.
“Duchess,” he grinds out.
Slowly, slowly I back off of him again.
He swears viciously, head dropping back as he fights the urge to finish.
But I knew he wouldn’t.
I climb back up his body to kiss him again.
He grabs my waist, supporting me as he gives me another deep kiss, tugging my bottom lip with his teeth.
It’s easy to fit his full, angry length against my wet center.
I try not to tremble and fail miserably.
His eyes are hazy with arousal as he looks at me.
“Dammit. I think I need a second,” he says with amusement. “Fuck, Margot. You’ve got me wrecked.”
“Yeah?” I rub my pussy, and my body sparks back to life, ready and aching. “I like you wrecked.”