Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
The ground beneath our feet is almost powdery, fine particles of eroded stone create a soft, sand-like cushion against the hard earth.
The sun's direct rays can't penetrate this hidden pocket, creating a cool refuge from the relentless summer heat that bakes the plains beyond. Wind has sculpted the interior walls into smooth, undulating curves that seem to embrace us as we step deeper into the shadow. And the air feels different here—still and ancient, carrying the faint mineral scent of stone.
We spread the blankets over the soft ground. I've barely straightened the last corner when Legion's hands are on my waist, turning me to face him.
"I've been thinking about this for days," he says, his voice rough with desire, the words catching in his throat like they've been waiting too long to escape. His eyes lock with mine, dark with hunger and something deeper—a need that's been building steadily over the past ten days. "It's been agony knowin' you're upstairs and I can't go up because of that stupid rule.”
He gives me a side-eye, which makes me giggle.
He tried to climb the steps on day four, but was stopped by a servant. "No guests upstairs," the housekeeper, Eileen, told him. And older woman who's been working for us since she was nineteen. She wagged a finger at him. "Never. Ever. Ever."
Legion backed off and didn't try again.
"But now," Legion continues, "I've got you all to myself." His fingers trace the curve of my jaw, callused skin against softness, leaving trails of fire wherever he touches.
His mouth finds mine again, and this time there's no holding back. His tongue slides against mine as his hands grip my hips, pulling me against him. I can feel how much he wants me, his cock hard and insistent through his jeans.
God, I've dreamed about this every night he was downstairs, imagining his hands on me again, wondering if he was lying awake thinking the same things.
"Missed you," I whisper against his mouth. "Missed this."
Legion lowers me onto the blanket, his body covering mine. His weight feels perfect, solid and real after so many nights of sleeping alone while he recovered downstairs. He kisses down my neck, his breath hot against my skin as his hand slides up my thigh, pushing my dress higher.
"Where are your fuckin' panties?" he growls when his fingers find bare skin.
I smile up at him. "Ooops," I giggle. "I guess I forgot them."
"You're bad."
"You make me bad. But don't worry, I'm only bad with you." I place my fingertip on his lips, letting them part slightly to lick, then trace his mouth. He bites my fingertip, being deliberately gentle. Using his tongue to play with it. Swirling around the sensitive pad.
The wet heat of his mouth sends electric currents racing through my body, igniting nerves I'd forgotten existed during our time apart. And the intensity in those blue eyes of his make me shiver—like he's reading every secret I've ever kept, every thought I've hidden away.
His stare penetrates deeper than touch ever could, seeing through the carefully constructed layers of Savannah Ashby to the raw, wanting woman beneath.
"Legion," I breathe, my hands moving to his belt. "I need you." His fingers trace the curve of my hip, pushing my dress higher with deliberate slowness. His eyes never leave mine as he reveals me inch by inch, like he's unwrapping something precious and forbidden all at once.
"You planned this," he says, voice rough with want. "Coming out here where no one can hear you scream my name."
I bite my lip, not denying it. "Of course, I did. I'm dying for you, Legion. It took every ounce of self-control not to press my vibrator against my pussy, knowin' you're downstairs."
He chuckles. "So you've got pent-up frustration?"
"You have no idea."
His hand slides between my thighs, fingers brushing against me with feather light pressure. Just enough to make me arch up, seeking more. "So wet already," he murmurs, satisfaction darkening his voice. "Do you promise you've been a good girl? That you've kept your fingers and your toy away from my pussy?"
"I promise," I say, my breath catching as his thumb circles my clit. "I can't pleasure myself knowin' you're so close and you can do it so much better."
Legion tilts his head to the side, blue eyes still locked with mine, as he pushes a finger inside me. I gasp.
"Like this?" he asks, curling his finger in a way that makes my hips buck against his hand. "Do you never touch yourself like this, thinking about me? Never, Savannah? Tell me the truth."
"I do. When you were gone, I did it a lot," I whisper, heat flooding my cheeks even as my body responds to his touch. "But it's not the same."
He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously as his thumb continues its maddening circles. "Tell me," he demands, his voice dropping lower. "Tell me what you think about when you're fingering yourself."