Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 118374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Hissing, she straightened and glared at him. “That hurt.”
“You liked it.” He grunted as she bit into his chest in retaliation. The burn of her venom went straight to his aching cock. Cursing, he tossed her on the mattress. “Lie back. Good girl.” He joined her on the bed. “Now stay still.”
“Stay still?”
“I warned you I wanted to explore and savor,” said Tanner, sliding his fingers over the flock of butterflies that had been tattooed on her side. He also wanted to make some memories that would keep him warm and sane when she was gone. Wanted to make memories for her—ones from which she’d never escape.
The mark on her palm wasn’t enough for him. He needed to leave some mark on her soul. Needed to make this so good for her that no other man she had in her bed would ever measure up—not even whatever male she took as her mate. That made Tanner a bastard, he knew that, but fuck if he wouldn’t claim and keep some part of her. “Just lie back and enjoy.”
Twenty minutes, thirty minutes, an hour later—Devon really couldn’t be sure—he was still busy indulging himself, and she was so hot and shaky she looked close to feverish. His mouth and hands, so warm and skilled, explored and teased her body … but they always skirted her pussy—a pussy that felt so excruciatingly empty it was painful.
Excitement pooled in her stomach. She was hot and frantic for release. Her body screamed out for his, holding its breath in an agonizing anticipation that she couldn’t bear much longer. And every swipe of his tongue, every scrape of his teeth, and every proprietary squeeze of his hands only made it that much worse.
She slapped the mattress. “Dammit, Tanner, I think it’s safe to say that the time for exploring is over!” She might have sounded a lot more imperious if her voice hadn’t cracked.
He looked up from where he’d been licking the delicate swirly tattoo that circled her navel piercing. “What do you need, kitten? Tell me.”
Well, obviously she needed something inside her. His fingers, his tongue, his cock—any would do fine, she wasn’t fussed.
“Not fussed, huh?”
Wait, she’d said all that out loud?
Her lips parted as he plunged two thick fingers into her pussy.
He put his mouth to her ear and nipped the lobe. “This isn’t going to be a slow finger-fuck, baby. I’m going to pound your pussy with my fingers until you come hard all over my hand.”
Those fingers didn’t give her an inch of mercy. They drove into her hard and fast. And when he curved his fingers just right and stroked that sweet spot inside her, she did exactly as he’d said she would—she came hard all over his hand.
“Good girl.”
She lay there with her eyes closed, panting and trembling … until he curled his hands around her thighs and pulled them further apart.
“I didn’t get to taste you last time,” he said, settling himself comfortably between her thighs. Using his thumbs, he parted her folds, and she shivered as the cool air whispered over her clit. A full body flush swept over her skin as he stared at her pussy, his eyes darkening with hunger, intent, and sheer male possession.
He inhaled deeply, and a growl rumbled out of him. “Fuck, you smell good.” He licked at the crease of her thigh. “I’m gonna enjoy this.”
Instead of delving right in, he nuzzled her folds and gently nipped at them. And she sensed he wasn’t one of those guys who did the bare minimum to get a girl off. No, he was one of those rare gems who settled in and took his time. Damn, he was racking up points by the minute.
Her eyelids fell shut as he fluttered his tongue through her slit. His low growl sent a little shiver up her spine, and then he feasted. Lazily lapped, sipped, stabbed, and drank from her—in no rush whatsoever. That fabulous tongue lashed at and swirled around her clit, first one way then the other.
The whole time, he watched her closely, taking in what made her squirm or moan or gasp, and then he did those things all the more; always alternating between fast and slow, keeping her off-balance.
Her body was in chaos, both inside and out. Feel-good chemicals flooded her. Desperation pumped through her veins. Her pussy blazed and throbbed.
Moaning, she sank into the mattress when the flat of his tongue started rubbing up and down her clit. He was ruthless. Unrelenting. His teeth nipped, his tongue tasted, his fingers traced and probed. And when he started pumping his tongue inside her while growling in the back of his throat, there wasn’t a hope in hell that she could last.
Her breaths quickened, her hips bucked, her thighs shook. And then she was coming with a choked moan, her back bowed, her pussy quaking around his tongue.