Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Little bossy, are you?” I grinned up at him.
“You’re the one who climbed on my lap and kissed me like you meant it in that bar,” he said. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
How could the man know exactly the right words to say to me? I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed over him, straddling his hips the way I had at Throttle. Only there was no bar noise now, no crowd to perform for. No ex to punish. Just his hands settling on my hips like he had all the time in the world and nowhere else he’d rather be. I braced my palms against his chest, feeling the raised map of scar tissue under my fingers.
I leaned down and kissed him again, slower this time, learning the shape of his mouth without an audience. Inferno tightened his grip on my hips, and I felt the low sound he made vibrate up through his chest against my palms. I liked that. I liked it a lot. I wanted more. The way his chest vibrated under my hands, all heat and power and erotic tension. The way he let me hold him down, like it amused him, should have spiked my anger. Instead, his indulgence made me feel powerful for the first time in longer than I could remember.
His hands slid up my thighs and stopped at my hips, gripping hard enough that I knew there’d be marks tomorrow but couldn’t be bothered to care. I wanted this man’s marks. I wanted proof that tonight had actually happened, and I hadn’t dreamed the whole thing on the floor of my kitchen next to a discount birthday cake after crying myself into oblivion.
I rocked against his cock once, testing the feel of him against me as he went rigid. I tilted my hips so my satin-clad pussy rubbed over his cock and put some friction on my clit.
“Fuck, Juniper. I can feel how hot your little cunt is through my fuckin’ jeans.”
He flipped us in one swift move before I realized what he intended to do. Suddenly I was on my back with all that muscle braced over me. “My turn,” he said, and I decided I didn’t mind losing control quite as much as I thought I would.
He worked my underwear off with more patience than I expected, and when found my neck with his mouth and sucked, I arched up into him with a sharp cry, dragging my nails down his back. He hissed through his teeth, and I felt him smile against my skin.
“You gonna leave your marks on me?” he asked. “I like that.”
“Good.”
Inferno kissed me like he’d been starving for me forever. I went liquid under his touch as he held me down so I couldn’t even pretend like I was in charge anymore. My heart jackhammered, all that bravado crumbling to dust, but I didn’t care. Not when he was looking at me like I was the only fucking thing in the world he wanted.
He grinned, dark and wicked. “You want marks, birthday girl? I’ll give you marks.” Then he was biting down my neck and sucking roughly, rough stubble burning hot against my skin. It stung, but damn if I didn’t whimper for it. I wanted him to leave proof for me to look at for days, solid proof that this birthday encounter actually happened.
He moved lower, tongue tracing every scar on my arms. He even found the large scar on my upper chest where I’d splattered myself with hot sugar making candy, making a point of kissing and licking each silvery scar. “Beautiful,” he growled, and that word damn near undid me. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
The next moment, he fastened his mouth over my pussy and sucked. He ate me like he wanted to own me. Dropped to his knees at the side of the bed and dragged me to the edge like I weighed nothing. My boots stayed on the whole time. His hands locked around my thighs, pushing them wide, and then his mouth was on me again, thrusting his tongue deep inside my pussy, shoving past my folds and licking deep, like he planned to fuck me with his mouth until I lost my mind. He groaned when I jerked under him, and the vibration nearly sent me off the edge right then.
“Fuck,” I gasped, barely coherent. I rocked my hips against his face and he gripped them harder, holding me down and eating me like he was never going to stop. I was wet, messy, and so fucking desperate I thought I might die. I wanted him to mark me everywhere, so I knew without a doubt this experience wasn’t a fevered fantasy and was, in fact, the reality I currently lived.
He buried his face in my cunt and devoured me, tongue sliding deep, licking, thrusting, then moving up to suck my clit. The stubble on his jaw scraped my thighs, and I loved every second. I was beyond wet. I was wrecked. I was panting and writhing. I had no filter left, didn’t give a shit if anyone heard me screaming for it. I braced my boots on the edge of the bed and grabbed handfuls of the blanket as I came so hard my vision blurred.