Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I snort my wine up my nose. “What?” I splutter before launching into a full-blown coughing attack.
“Just like that.” He smiles as he rubs my back.
I cough and cough and cough and he gets me a glass of water and passes it to me. “Drink this, wimp.”
I take a sip of the water. “You did say you wanted me to choke.”
“On my dick, not air.”
I bite my bottom lip to hide my smile. “Is that why you were nervous in the car, you were frightened that you were going to choke me to death.”
“Not nervous.” He smiles. “Excited.”
“About?”
“Finally getting you alone.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and cups my face in his hands. “You’re all I’ve thought about all week.”
The air swirls between us, a magical aura that only he can activate.
He’s just so….
“Same,” I whisper.
His lips take mine as he kisses me softly, his eyes flutter closed and I know he’s as lost in the moment as I am. We kiss again, more urgent, and him confirming that he and Hermione are well and truly over has taken down my guardrail.
I am irrevocably his…. Even if only for tonight.
I don’t want to think about tomorrow, I want to be lost in the here and now.
“Can we shower?” I murmur against his lips.
“Hmm.” He bites my bottom lip as his two hands grab my behind and drag me across his erection.
I’ve been at work all day, if I’m getting tied up I at least want to be clean and fresh.
He takes my glass of wine from me and puts it down on the counter and leads me to the master bedroom. He turns the shower on and comes back to stand in front of me, his dark eyes drop down my body and my breath catches in anticipation.
This is where the dynamics change between us; from the moment he gets me naked we both know I hand over my control.
He leads, he dominates and conquers my every fantasy.
And I, well, I just ride the waves of pleasure as he dishes them out.
Watching and feeling him come undone as he uses my body for his pleasure is my most favorite thing in the world. And it’s hard and messy and rough and a level of arousal that nobody else has ever brought out in me before.
He begins to undo the buttons on my blouse one by one.
“You incite a darkness in me that I didn’t know I needed,” I whisper.
His eyes rise to meet mine. “You incite a lot more than that for me.”
“Like what?” I hold my breath as I wait for his answer.
“You’re very talkative tonight, Alora.” He peels my shirt off and throws it to the side, he turns me away from him and glides down the zipper on my skirt.
“Hmm.” He runs his fingers over my black lace G-string. “I like this.” He bends and kisses my behind.
Ha! My plan worked, I’ve been wearing sexy underwear to work all week on the off chance he would show up.
Diabolical.
He slides my skirt down my legs. “Step out.”
I step out and he turns me back to face him. “In.” He leads me into the shower.
“But my….”
“You will shower in that.”
“Oh.” Deviant wants to have sex while I’m in my lace underwear, my plan wasn’t diabolical, it was a complete home run. I adjust the water temperature as I watch the strip show.
His eyes hold mine as he undoes his shirt buttons and as his broad tanned chest comes into view my insides begin to ripple with excitement.
So fucking hot.
He kicks off his shoes and socks and next the fly on his suit pants comes down with a sharp snap. I stand back under the shower and let the hot water fall down over my head, my eyes locked on his every move. Every time I watch him undress feels like the first time. I will never tire of this.
He slides his pants down and his large erection springs free, and I swallow the lump in my throat as I stare at it. Thick and long with veins pulsing down the length.
A weapon to behold.
With his dark eyes fixed on mine, he steps under the water and jumps. “Argh, why is the water so fucking hot? Are you preparing for hell?”
“Well, I’m here with the devil, so I guess I am,” I tease.
He cuts me off with a kiss as he pins me to the wall; his hands run up and down my body as if memorizing every inch of my skin. His hand reaches down the front of my panties and I smile against his lips, yes.
His fingers slide through my dripping flesh as he parts me wide open and he’s completely right, underwear left on somehow feels naughtier, more forbidden.
His teeth bite my neck as his fingers begin to ride me, one, then two, then three fingers. Deep and plunging. His teeth graze my jawline as I see stars, my eyes roll back in my head as my mouth hangs slack.