Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“Beautiful,” he says, lightly dragging the backs of his fingers across my skin.
I smile softly at the unexpected compliment, then sigh when he drops lower, his hot mouth closing around one of my nipples. Pleasure cascades through me at the sensation. I arch off the bed as he sucks, my eyes drifting closed again—not to protect myself this time, though. Not to block out feelings, but to feel them properly.
He teases the sensitive peak with his tongue, circling and flicking. I feel it between my legs when he does.
The cool air hits my skin, wet from his mouth, when he leaves it to lavish the same attention on my other breast.
Once he’s finished feasting there, he kisses his way down my stomach. I feel a flutter of anticipation when he drops even lower and grips my thighs, spreading them wide.
I cry out when his mouth latches onto me and shiver when his tongue takes over where his finger left off, teasing and thrumming my clit.
“Oh god,” I cry, gripping the sheets beneath me.
One hand leaves my thigh and snakes up my body. He grabs my left tit roughly, making me gasp, then he squeezes the nipple, hard at first, then a little lighter as he teases it the same way he’s teasing my clit.
“Oh god,” I cry more sharply, my legs trembling.
My body isn’t used to this level of stimulation. It’s too much too fast.
I come apart with a sharp cry that turns into a whine, my thighs quaking as pleasure rockets through me like fireworks, lighting up every nerve ending, whiting out my vision, and obliterating every thought from my head.
All I can do is feel as ripples of pleasure course through me, intense at first, but then softer, gentler, until I feel so at peace, I might as well be nestled in a cloud. Bliss unfurls inside me, and gratitude along with it.
He kisses my pussy, then pulls back.
I should be mortified, I think.
Or I would, if I still had the capacity for thought.
But no. I am a happy little cloud of pleasure, and there’s nothing else inside my head.
I wish I could stay in this place forever.
Tor rises, and without all the anxious clutter in my mind, I’m able to admire the sheer beauty of him. He has an athletic build—a toned stomach, a defined chest, strong shoulders, and a muscular back. He’s gorgeous, but it’s his strength, the way he looks hovering over me, that turns my insides to jelly. He looks like he could do anything he wants to me, and I know I could never stop him.
That thought threatens to pierce my bliss bubble, so I banish it quickly, but Tor is moving me into a different position, and that threatens the bubble too, because I don’t know what he’s doing.
He grabs my hips, planting himself between my spread thighs and yanking me a little closer.
Oh.
I know what he’s doing.
Last night, there wasn’t time to panic or have second thoughts. But last night he told me it wasn’t really sex, and there’s no illusion of that being the case now.
He brings the head of his cock to my entrance, and I take a deep, steadying breath.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice like gravel.
I try to.
I don’t know if this is happening because it’s part of our alibi again, or if it’s just something he wanted to do. I guess it doesn’t really matter.
He pushes into me, just the tip, but it’s more than I’ve ever allowed, and I gasp at the foreign sensation of feeling my body being invaded.
Last night was a blur, but before that, the time I remember, he was already inside me when I regained consciousness. I didn’t feel the entrance.
I feel it this time.
“Fuck,” he says on a groan.
My body is locked up tight. It doesn’t want to let him in, and I feel every inch of him as he pushes into me anyway. There’s discomfort in being stretched like this, but it feels nice, too. It’s a confusing mix of sensations and emotions I try to process as I’m feeling them. Being filled like this makes my tummy tumble with nerves, but I think they’re leftover from that other experience, not a product of this one.
Once he’s seated all the way to the hilt, Tor’s handsome face almost looks pained. He lets out a harsh breath, then leans down and claims my lips in a kiss that starts lazy. He sinks his fingers into my hair as he cradles my head almost possessively. His kiss turns more aggressive, and when he releases me, he says, “Fuck, your pussy is phenomenal.”
I bite back a smile, pleased, but startled to hear it. “Glad you like it.”
Eyes closed, he kisses my mouth. “It makes me fucking crazy. I want to buy you a house. A car. A castle.”