Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
The timid desire low in my belly tightened in response.
I brought my hand between us, and I wrapped my fingers around the length of him through the cotton. Adrian’s entire body went rigid beneath me. A sound escaped him, low, guttural, tearing from deep inside his chest. His head dropped back against the pillow, the tendons in his neck standing in sharp relief or pain, I wasn't sure.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Fuck indeed.
The power of it—the raw, unmistakable effect I had on him—sent a surge of something primal through my veins.
I squeezed him through his sweatpants, just slightly, and watched his jaw clench, watched the muscles in his abdomen contract beneath the taut fabric of his shirt.
His wrists strained against the belt, not pulling free but flexing, and I could see the effort it cost him to remain still, to let me set the pace. The leather creaked. The bed frame groaned softly.
“Serafina.” My name in his mouth sounded ruined. “Wait.”
I stilled and looked down at him, brow arched. “Changed your mind already?”
“Not even close.” His eyes burned up at me with a dark, fevered need. “I want a taste of you first.”
My breath caught.
“Sit on my face, Princess.”
The words were crude and commanding, and they should have offended me.
My thighs clenched involuntarily around his hips, and I felt the wet heat of my own desire bloom between my legs, sudden and overwhelming, proof of how long it had been since I’d allowed myself to want anything at all.
I should have said no.
I should have maintained the upper hand, should have made him wait, should have done any of the thousand things a woman with sense would do in this situation.
But instead, I reached beneath my nightgown and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my underwear, sliding them down my thighs with deliberate slowness. I let them drop to the floor beside the bed, and the cool air against my bare skin made me shiver.
Adrian watched every second of it, his jaw clenched tight, the muscles in his forearms flexing against his restraint.
I pushed the hem of my nightgown up, bunching the fabric around my waist, and shifted forward.
His breath was warm against my inner thighs as I positioned myself above his face, one hand braced on the headboard for balance.
“Like this?” I asked, and my voice was barely recognizable, breathy and uncertain.
“Just like that,” he answered, groaning with pleasure. “Good girl.”
The praise washed over me like a warm, silken blanket.
His lips brushed against my inner thigh, and his teeth grazed the skin there, nipping at me teasingly.
I let out a soft whimper, and Adrian chuckled at my response. The sound of his laughter traveled all the way to my core, vibrating through my body.
Adrian slowly kissed up my inner thigh, drawing closer to where I was hot and drenched. The first touch of his lips against my pussy had me gasping.
My hips bucked, chasing his touch as he started to lick me slowly, teasing me. He kissed me there as if he was in no hurry and he had all the time in the world.
His tongue languidly traced my lower lips, parting my folds, licking my entrance before he sucked on my clit. His teeth grazed the tiny bud, and my thighs clenched around his head in response.
The sound that escaped me was obscene—a broken, desperate thing that I would have been ashamed of if I had any capacity left for shame.
His mouth was relentless, methodical, alternating between soft, teasing strokes and the kind of focused pressure that made my hips jerk forward involuntarily.
I gripped the headboard with both hands, my knuckles white, my head falling back. The pleasure built in waves, each one cresting higher than the last, and I could feel myself unraveling under the assault of his tongue.
“Adrian—” His name tore from my throat without permission.
He hummed against me, and the vibration sent a shockwave through my entire body. My thighs trembled on either side of his head, and I was distantly aware of the sounds I was making—moans, whimpers, fragments of his name repeated like a prayer I hadn’t meant to utter.
My orgasm rippled through me with devastating force. My back arched, my fingers clawing at the headboard, and a sound ripped from my chest.
Adrian didn’t stop. He gentled his movements but continued, drawing out every last shuddering aftershock until I was shaking so badly I could barely hold myself up.
He didn't let go. He didn't stop. I gripped his dark hair, clenching at him and pulling him closer into me. A desperate mewl escaped me.
“Fuck,” he rasped against my pussy. “You taste so fucking good, so fucking divine, Serafina.”
I didn’t know what possessed me, but the desire… the fevered need inside me was so desperate for more. I needed him inside me. Now.
I moved down, settling over his hips once more. This time I didn’t hesitate. I pushed his sweatpants down just enough and pulled his hardened cock out. He stood, proud and big. Thick.