Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I wanted to take my time as I kissed the inside of her thigh to the knife strapped there. The contrast of deadly steel against her soft skin made me shiver. Honestly, though, what was life without a little danger to fuel the adrenaline?
I leaned in, dragging my teeth lightly along her inner thigh, just above the knife strap. Wren sucked in a sharp breath. The little sound of need that escaped her throat was better than any symphony I'd ever heard.
"You're taking your time," she said, breathless and impatient.
I chuckled against her skin. "Patience, kitten."
"Fuck patience," she growled, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain down my spine. “And I ain’t no Goddamned kitten.”
I shrugged, not even trying to hold back my grin. “Lioness then.”
“I’ll accept that.” She sighed and spread her legs wide for me.
I gave her what she wanted, dragging my tongue through her slick folds, groaning at the taste of her weeping cunt. Sweet and tangy and so fucking perfect. I'd meant to tease her, to build the tension slowly, but the second I tasted her, all thoughts of restraint vanished. I devoured her like a starving man, gripping her thighs to keep them spread wide.
"Holy shit," she gasped, arching off the bed when I found her clit with my tongue. I circled it, varying pressure and speed until I found the rhythm that made her thighs tremble. When I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that would drive her wild, she cried out, her body clenching around me. She was responsive as hell, her body honest even when I suspected her words might not always be.
I worked her with my mouth until she was trembling, her thighs quivering on either side of my head. She was tight and wet around my fingers as I curled them to find that spot that had her arching off the bed.
"Fuck, Rocky," she gasped, grinding against my face. "Don't fucking stop!"
I had no intention of stopping. I wanted to feel her come apart, to know I'd given her that release.
When she came, it was with a cry that went straight to my cock. Her thighs clamped around my head, her body going rigid as waves of pleasure washed through her as she ground her pussy over my mouth. She took what she wanted with the determination of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. I kept my mouth on her, gentling my movements but not stopping, drawing out her orgasm until she was gasping for mercy.
"Enough," she finally panted, tugging at my hair to pull my face away. "Jesus fucking Christ." She sounded equal parts shocked and awed. I wanted to laugh but I was pretty certain her expression mirrored my own. Watching the woman come made my cock twitch with eagerness. I wanted to sink into all that wet heat and fuck her until neither of us could stand. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"
I grinned, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Just naturally talented."
"Cocky bastard," she muttered, but there was no heat in it. Instead, she reached for me, pulling me up for another kiss. I groaned when she licked into my mouth, knowing she could taste herself, and lapped at my lips eagerly.
Before I realized what was happening, she'd flipped our positions, straddling me with a triumphant smirk. The knife still strapped to her thigh glinted in the dim light.
I trailed my hands down her thighs until I stopped at the knife. “This is sexy as fuck.”
“Won’t be if I decide to stab you in the kidney.”
“Oh, don’t bet on it, little lioness.”
“How the fuck do you manage to make even a lioness sound playful and submissive. While I love to play, I can assure you, I’m anything but submissive.”
I grinned. “Guess it’s another one of my talents.”
"Maybe it’s time I show you one of mine." She winked at me as she slid down my body.
I hissed when her hand wrapped around my cock, already hard and aching for her. Her touch was confident, knowing exactly the right pressure as she stroked me from base to tip.
When she parted her lips and sucked me deep, it was my turn to arch off the bed. I thrust into her mouth with a deep groan. I fisted my hand in her hair, not even realizing what I’d done until I looked down to watch myself fucking her mouth.
Instead of pulling that knife on me, though, Wren settled herself between my legs and let me fuck her the way I wanted.
I knew better than to continue for long. I indulged myself for a few seconds then pulled her up my body by her hair. She cried out but when her gaze clashed with mine, her eyes were wide with excitement.