Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Lyric really deserved better than a man stinking like a cheap corner whore. She deserved a date, some flowers, and a really nice fucking dinner first.
Only, with him, that wasn’t what she was going to get. The best he could do would be to take his time and treat her with respect.
She shuddered when he announced, “Gonna touch the rest of you now.”
Taking it slow might kill him. If so, taking that last breath would be worth it.
“Need me to stop, you fuckin’ speak up, yeah?”
Again, she nodded.
He continued to stand behind her and peeled her shirt over her head. He had no idea what kind of top it was and he really didn’t give a fuck since it was about to land on the floor. He cared more about what was underneath it.
She lifted her arms so he could finish removing it and immediately pulled off whatever was containing her tits. It didn’t have the hooks like most bras did, and he’d seen plenty of them. It could be some kind of sports bra.
Again, what the fabric contained was more important than the contraption itself.
Hooking his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her pants, he worked them down her legs, along with her panties, exposing her ass, knowing all he had to do was circle around to the front of her and he’d see her in all her fucking glory.
But he was taking his time. He reminded himself not to be in a fucking rush. Especially since this would probably be a one-and-done thing and he didn’t want to waste a damn minute of it.
His gaze skimmed over her slender back, the indent of her spine, and the two dimples right above the ass he wanted to sink his teeth into. He paused in surprise since he had no idea her back was fully tatted. Unlike the full tattoo sleeves on her arms, her back had always been hidden by her clothes.
Unlike his own, her tattoos were feminine and full of color. Delicate green vines swirled around the canvas of her back, peppered with the colorful blooms of flowers made up of purple, pink, red, and blue.
Of course, her father had done every damn one of them.
Before him was true art. Both her and her ink.
He circled her slowly, visually taking in every damn inch of her.
Her arm sleeves were made up of more flowers, with the occasional honey bee, hummingbird, or some other creature peeking out between them.
The reality before him blew his fantasies about her right out of the water. Every curve and line, the detailed body art, her heated, dark eyes, and her long, dark hair, now free, spread behind her like a cape.
Anyone who didn’t know her would think she was breakable, but he knew that couldn’t be further from the truth.
He locked gazes with her, but only for a second before focusing on the small patch of black hair where her thighs met.
She’d seen most of his body already. He hadn’t seen all of hers.
Until now.
What he imagined wasn’t even close. It was so much fucking better.
She was fucking perfect.
Delicate, but strong.
Leaner than what he normally went for, but definitely not skin and bones.
She had her mother’s petite structure, but her father’s coloring when it came to her eyes, skin, and hair. Though, all three on Crow were slightly darker.
Her skin—in the areas free of ink—was the color of warm caramel, and her peaked nipples were a dusky pink due to her heritage.
He couldn’t wait to put his hands and mouth on both.
When his balls started screaming at him to hurry, he told them to shut the fuck up. That she would be worth the wait.
His dick also filed a formal complaint.
His brow dropped low. “Why you shakin’?”
She extended out her arms. “I’m naked.”
No shit.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “That’s usually the result after I take off a…” He quickly changed course. She knew his past, but she didn’t need to be reminded of it when they were about to fuck. “When a woman takes off her clothes.”
He’d never known Lyric to be shy. Why now? She had to have been naked in front of other men before, right?
“Gonna follow my orders?”
“Orders?”
“Yeah. Like when I tell you to touch yourself. Or if I tell you to get on your knees. When I order you to show me your pussy, you spread your lips and show me your pretty, pink pussy.”
Her breath hitched.
Did that make her excited or more nervous? “Can always say no.” He wanted to make sure she was always aware of that option.
“And if I don’t want to say no?”
“Then you do what the fuck I ask without givin’ me lip. Just wanna make sure you understand what you’re gettin’ into here. But also wanna give you an out.”
“I don’t want an out,” she whispered.