Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 171450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 857(@200wpm)___ 686(@250wpm)___ 572(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 857(@200wpm)___ 686(@250wpm)___ 572(@300wpm)
She set her plate down. “I still feel like that sometimes, too. Even when I’m used to having food and the magic sustains me. I don’t know. It doesn’t always feel like a priority.”
“It is,” he said as he came to stand before her. His long, beautiful fingers spread her legs wide to accommodate him as he settled between her thighs. “You are.”
His hands slipped under her shirt, tracing the contours of her stomach as if he wanted to memorize the feel of her.
“Oh,” she whispered, closing her eyes as he traced the line under her breasts. “Should we go upstairs?” she breathed against him.
“Or…” he said and then yanked her down.
She yelped as he spun her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. “Graves, Walter could come downstairs.”
“He’s sleeping.” His hands ran up and down her ass, slipping lower down her inner thighs and back up. “We’re fine.”
He pressed a firm kiss to her hip as he dragged his hands up and down her thighs.
“Graves,” she gasped.
“Yes, Wren?”
“This is torture.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he said, reaching forward to unbutton her pants and drag the zipper down slow and methodical.
She grunted with pleasure as he slid her out of her clothes. His fingers ran under the material of her thong, toying with it up her ass and snagging on her center. She had missed him, craved him, feared that she would never get another night with him. She wanted tonight to last forever.
He slid the thong to the side and finally dragged two fingers up her sex.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Never.” His fingers slid up and down, up and down, over the exposed skin. Her slick seam a map of electric nerve endings and still she bucked when he moved finally to her clit.
“Oh,” she gasped, pushing her hips into the hard granite.
“I see,” he said slowly, kicking her feet wider. He slipped a finger inside, and she moaned. “Is this what you wanted? Or is it my tongue that you’re after?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
She looked behind her to see him slowly get back to his knees on the hard-tiled flooring. His gaze was wicked as he spread her cheeks wider with his hands and then buried his face against her. She spasmed against him at the first move of his tongue against her clit. The sensation raw and intoxicating. Her body utterly unprepared for the attention.
She felt the building of her climax come to her in deep, powerful surges as he laved at the sensitive bud and slid a second finger into her. The motion was a fast push in and a curve of his fingers inward. Her breath came out a panting, frenetic mess.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispered. The orgasm was close. So close. If he just continued at exactly…this…pace.
And then he stopped.
“No,” she crowed. “No, wait…”
“Ah, my wren, you were so close.” He slapped her ass. “Don’t move.”
“Graves, where are you going?”
But he said nothing as he strode away to the other side of the house. She leaned upward to try to catch a glimpse of him across the hallway, but the wall blocked her.
He returned with a devious smile on his face. “Did you miss me?”
“You left me like this,” she growled.
“And what a sight it is to return to.”
He pushed her chest back down on the counter, and she groaned as he maneuvered her into position.
“Are you still comfortable with this?” he asked as he ran a finger up to the apex of her ass. He circled the tight ring once.
She shivered. An answer enough. “Yes.”
A click sounded behind her, and lube hit her ass. They had done this before…anticipated more of it. But how could he hold her on this brink? The man truly did know how to torture her.
Graves slipped two fingers back into her pussy. She arched backward, wholly unprepared, her nerve endings firing as she anticipated what he would do to her.
He slipped his wet fingers up to the pucker of her ass, circling the lube around until he pushed in.
As with the last time they had done this, she breathed in sharply and held her breath. It was intense.
“You’re safe in my hands.”
She exhaled long and slow, and as she did, he moved that finger in another inch.
“Perfect,” he breathed.
Her nerve endings all stood on edge as he worked that finger past the first knuckle and deeper into her opening. The friction was only in the widening now. And as he slipped in and out, he went deeper, getting his entire finger inside.
She trembled with the exertion of it. Her entire mind focused on that one finger.
“Look at how good you’re doing,” he praised, spreading her cheeks wider with his other hand. “You look so good with my finger up your ass.”
She groaned at the filthy words. “I am so close.”