Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
He says something I don’t understand—speaks rasping words in a language I don’t know.
“Tell me. Tell me what you said.”
“I hurt from wanting you.” He pauses. “My wife.”
Such poetry as, with each flex of his hips, he owns me and steals a little more of my heart. He bends my body and my mind until I don’t know where I end and he begins.
And then, there! I cry out, throwing back my head. “Oh God. Oh, Raif!”
“So deep.”
The collision, the blunt feel of him drives me higher, my orgasm teetering. I want to watch, want to see the thick slide of him, kiss him, take his cock in my mouth.
Everywhere and all at once. God, I get it.
“Oh, oh! I’m—
“Yes, that’s it, sweetheart. Let go.”
He moves through my climax with a deep undulation of his hips, pleasure spiraling and spiraling, my insides pulsing, tears falling as my muscles shake, and I mutter unintelligible words.
I fall forward on my arms, and Raif follows me, kissing my face and my neck, groaning as I pulse around him.
“Oh my God!” I sound so happy. Is that what sex is supposed to feel like? Heat and passion and need. Relief. Releases. And joy. So much fucking joy!
“Yeah. Who knew, huh?”
I don’t even care that I said that.
“Well done, princess.”
I huff out a chuckle that doesn’t last as his hand comes to cradle my neck, the other hauling me up from the waist.
“What—”
Still inside me, my back to his front, our kiss is wet and messy.
“Give me one more,” he whispers. It doesn’t sound like a request as I find myself moaning around his fingers. Fingers that taste like me.
“One more. Such a good girl for me.” His hand cups my breast, the other sinking lower, his fingers swiping a small circle around my clit. I jolt—shudder—the strings of my climax lingering, reviving, inviting another.
Our bodies sweaty and slick, my mind sinks into pure pleasure, purr bliss, as his compliments objectify and venerate at the same time.
“My wife. My infuriating, maddening, hot as fuck wife.”
It’s still poetry as skin slaps and bodies bounce, my orgasm gathering like a tsunami inside.
“I’m going to come inside my wife,” he grunts. “Fill her tight pussy until she’s dripping.”
I’m done for, clenching around his dirty words and coming to their delicious punctuation with each flex of his hips.
I’m a dirty talk whore—I love it.
And as Raif’s teeth finds my shoulder, I realize so does he.
37
LAVENDER
I wake to the feeling of the sheets being pulled gently from my body, their soft slide tickling, awakening my already oversensitized skin.
“Buenos días, princesa.” I hear the soft smile in his voice. Feel it pressed into the back of my hip. “Good morning, princess.”
“Mmm, sexy languages.” What an aural turn-on.
“Open your eyes.”
“Nope.” My answer is more purr as he presses a kiss to my spine.
“Tienes ojos como el cielo.”
“God, you could read the shipping forecast in Spanish, and it would get me hot.”
The breath of his smutty chuckle coasts over my skin. “We can try that later if you want.”
“Mmm. What did you just say?”
“You have beautiful eyes. Eyes like the sky. Come on, let me see them. It’s time to wake up.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to let reality in.”
“Reality looks real good this morning.” Raif’s words sound kind of rusty as he fills his hands with my butt cheeks and squeezes, the flat of his tongue a hot press at my lower back. My breath catches, my body surging at the unexpected contact. There’s something primal in it, in his manhandling. “Good from this angle, too.” His breath is hot, his tongue wet, his fingers tighten, really tighten, as his thumbs begin to slide inward.
“Don’t even think about it.” I turn my pleasure into the pillow as I clench my bum cheeks against this onslaught, fighting not to give in.
I’m naked in the daylight. While it would be ridiculous to be coy or embarrassed after a night of being spread and examined, licked and bitten apart, kissed and held and fastened back together again, I can’t help but think this might be a step too far.
“That’s not what you said last night.”
That tone—those words. I fold the pillow around my red cheeks as I try to ignore exactly how adventurous Raif’s tongue had been. And how much I’d liked it.
“If you’re not gonna be breakfast, maybe you want to eat breakfast,” he murmurs, releasing me. “Come see what I brought.”
“What?” My head turns to the suddenly apparent sugary scent. Shafts of light cut across the room through the shutters, dust motes dancing in the air like fairy dust, and there, on the nightstand, is breakfast! The best sex of my life—the best sex of anyone’s life, I’ll bet—and breakfast in bed! Romance heroes, eat your hearts out.
“Ooh, yum!” I flip or, rather, worm my way over onto my back as Raif drops over me. He palms my shoulders and braces his thighs over my legs.