Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“I think you’re lying to me, Wildfire. You love this. Open your mouth.”
She pressed her lips together and glared at him. He leaned down and took her right nipple between his teeth and bit down. Lyric cried out, arching her back, thrusting her breast into his mouth. The red curls at the junction between her legs were wet with need. Her lips parted, and he thrust his fingers into her mouth as he licked at her nipple, soothing the sting of the bite.
“Suck, Lyric. That’s how much you like those cuffs and everything I do to you.”
Her tongue curled along his fingers obediently. “What are you going to do?” she asked when he pulled his hand to his mouth to follow the trail of her tongue.
“Anything I damn well want. You’re going to give me whatever I need or want. And you’re going to see the real me. Just as I’m going to see the real you.”
She shook her head, her eyes going dark and leery. He liked that look on her a hell of a lot. Scared. Excited. His.
Keys knew his rough brand of sex both terrified and tempted her. She didn’t understand why she responded to him the way she did. He was her first. Her only. He intended to keep it that way.
“The real you is very scary, Keys.” She yanked on the cuffs, her body writhing on the bed as if she could dislodge him. “I don’t think I’m ready for this yet.”
Deliberately, his gaze fixed on hers, he tossed his shirt away and then stood to pull off his jeans. “You’re ready when I say you’re ready. We made a deal. You don’t control anything in the bedroom. I do.” He leaned close to her so her vision was filled with him. “I know your body better than you do, Wildfire. You’re not living with shit memories when I can replace them with paradise. And you fucking know I will.”
Her eyes went wide with shock, but her nipples turned into hard little pebbles. Her hips reacted, lifting just a little. Her breath came in short, labored bursts. Yeah, his woman was into what they were doing. And they were going to be doing a lot. He wasn’t going to have her terrified of anything they did in the bedroom because some Russian bastard had tortured her. He was taking those memories for himself. He would track the asshole down and make him pay for every nightmare Lyric had.
He knelt between her spread legs to kiss his way up her inner thighs. He loved her skin. The feel of it, the color of it, the way it shifted from pale to rose when she was aroused. And she was very aroused despite her protests.
He didn’t wait. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He settled his mouth on her in an attack. A takeover. Devouring her. Craving her. Not just her unique taste he was convinced was only for him, but her helpless reaction. He craved that as much as he did eating her. His mouth covered her. His tongue attacked her clit, flicking and thudding against it until she writhed like she was going out of her mind.
There was no gentle buildup—that wasn’t Keys’ style when he wanted rough—and he was showing her exactly how he liked his sex. She needed to see him. To trust him. He didn’t give her time to take a breath, he just threw her into mind-numbing sensation. She didn’t have the use of her hands, so she couldn’t try to push him away—or pull him closer. She was entirely at his mercy.
“No one has a pussy like yours, baby. Best I’ve ever tasted,” he informed her in between lapping and sucking and even using his teeth. He meant it. She had an addictive flavor he would never get enough of. He didn’t slow down but suckled and used his tongue and fingers to bring her up fast.
He could feel the pressure building in her. She tossed her head from side to side, jerking on the cuffs. Her hips bucked and pushed tighter against his mouth. He took the offering, as much as possible, all the while wanting more.
“You have to stop,” she gasped out the words. “It’s too much. Too intense. It’s never been like this.”
Hell no, it hadn’t. He was giving her exactly what she needed. What he needed. He didn’t slow down or stop. He worked at her with renewed ferocity, growling like a wild animal in a frenzied feast. He felt wild. He dug his fingers into her and worked his tongue against her, a fierce assault that pushed her higher and higher.
She began to plead with him. He didn’t think she knew what she wanted at that point, but he did. “Just come for me, Wildfire,” he demanded and then sucked on her clit hard, sending her crashing over the edge.