Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
My head swims as a delicious need to be closer beats against my temples. It’s as though there are torn tethers deep within me, revealing themselves for the first time as the strain and stretch of an invisible force reaches for him, begging for him, screaming sharply in the dark corners of my mind.
Mine, mine, mine, it cries and a sharp gasp whistles past my lips, my tongue rolling across them.
“So needy,” he muses, offering his thumb, only to deny me at the last second.
I should be embarrassed at the whimper that escapes, but I’m not.
Knight’s eyes are bright in the darkness of my room, and they only grow more vivid at the desperation leaking out of me.
“Does my little doll want to taste me as bad as I wanted to taste her?” he purrs, that hand trailing down my neck and across my collarbone. He lowers his lips there, licking the small divot with a deep groan. “I’m gonna mark you right fucking here … gonna mark you all over in ways not even your nightmares could comprehend, my Little London.”
A shaky breath pushes past my lips, and when my legs fall open farther, Knight’s eyes slice right where I want him most. His tongue flicks along the tip of his teeth and I swear, they’re sharper than I remember, but I don’t have time to wonder if I’m right because in my next breath, his long fingers are plunging inside me.
“Fuck,” I croak.
“Don’t worry. I’m about to.” He shoves deeper, twisting his wrist so his thumb is applying pressure to the ring of muscle no one has ever pushed past before, and I cry out.
Knight dips down, cutting off the sound with a crash of his lips on mine.
We moan together, and when my hips lift to wrap around him, he lowers his body, tearing his hand free and grinding his length against me, his zipper cutting into my soft skin. I welcome the sting, rolling my hips against his and he growls, tearing away. He shoves my legs from his body, lifting onto his knees.
“Up,” Knight snaps, hands working on his belt and jeans, allowing them to fall around his muscular thighs.
I scramble in the bed, staring as he slides backward a bit to make room for me, and when he reaches forward with those long arms, his palm locking tight around the back of my neck, I know what he wants.
I shift onto all fours and crawl the short distance to him, transfixed as his hands dip inside his briefs. He frees himself, squeezing around the base of his cock.
Like I knew he would be, he’s long and thick and with a perfect little curve from base to tip.
He jerks himself once, and my tongue presses at my top lip, rolling, eager to swipe along the glistening spot now staring back at me.
“Take me,” he demands, a roughness to his tone that has my nipples sharpening into painful peaks. “Show me how good you can be for me.”
He doesn’t wait for me to lower, but pushes my head down, and I open eagerly, sealing my lips around the tip, licking the pre-cum clean.
“Mmm,” he moans, fist tightening in my hair as he presses at my mouth, forcing himself deeper.
He slides inside and I relax, opening my throat further to take him deeper. I gag around him, but I don’t stop. I suck him hard, my tongue swirling around as I bob up and down, his cum touching the back of my throat.
My eyes roll back as another hint of his savory flavor coats my tongue and my pussy aches.
“Mouth made of satin,” he groans, hips bumping slightly as he guides me by my hair. “Bet your pussy’s soft as velvet.”
His mouth sends another shot of desire down my spine, and I tremble, one hand diving between my legs to ease the ache there, but Knight growls, yanking my hair until my scalp stings. The pain morphs to a pulse and our eyes meet.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he growls.
“Did I say you could come into my room?” I counter, lifting a brow and licking him from my lips.
His eyes flash and then I’m in his arms, lifted and tossed back down.
He drops between my legs, and I think his tongue is going back to work on me, but then he tears off my panties. I look down and desire ripples through me.
He’s gone straight carnal, pupils blown wide as he crawls up my body like a fucking tiger, slow and steady with his eyes on his next meal, my thong hanging from his teeth.
It’s so fucking hot that I can feel the moisture build between my legs.
I’m dripping, so ready for him.
Only once he’s right above me does he let the underwear fall from his teeth.