Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
She paused, her hands balling into fists on her knees. Her breath sharp and fast, echoing in the silence.
“But then they took that from me.” She whispered the confession, but it might as well have been a scream.
And I wanted to scream with her.
I’d hated those assholes from the first moment she told me about them, but watching a single tear slide down her cheek now sent a whole new level of rage burning through my veins.
“And now you’ve taken it back,” I said, somehow sounding far calmer than I felt. I caught her tear before it fell from my chin, wiping away the silvery track before bringing the salty drop to my lips.
She huffed a laugh. “More like you took it back.”
“No, Aspen,” I reprimanded, gripping her chin to force her attention on me. “I merely presented an option. You took it. Even when we play, you decide what happens to you—what you do and don’t want for yourself. You chose this for yourself because you deserve to be cherished. Because you are powerful, and you just needed someone to help you remember that.”
Moisture flooded her eyes, clinging to the edge of her lashes before spilling over. The candlelight flickered in her damp eyes, illuminating the golden depths as if they were made to dance with fire. The tears slid over her lips, and I brushed them away with my thumb, lingering to stroke back and forth. I lost myself in the lush curves, unaware of them pulling me closer, like a moth to a flame, until her breath stroked across my own.
Her tongue swept out, brushing my thumb, and the groan it tore from my chest carried a need I’d been denying since the day I lost control in my office months ago.
The need to feel her mouth on mine.
The need to have her tongue brush against my own.
The need to taste her.
I needed so much, but always held back—always stayed in control.
Fuck control.
I closed the gap, slamming my lips into hers, groaning at their plush welcome.
Water sloshed against the sides of the tub as I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her to me.
Her tongue stroked against the seam of my mouth, and I opened, desperate for more. Where she was tentative, I conquered. I pushed my tongue inside and tasted every inch, wanting to burn the intoxicating flavor into my memory forever.
The kiss turned messy, desperate, and frantic.
I needed more.
Without stopping, I looped her arms around my neck and pulled her to stand, sliding my hands up and down the slick curves that always drove me mad. I gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted until she wrapped her legs around me.
Water soaked through my clothes, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was getting naked and burying myself so deep inside her, I forgot what it felt like to not be there.
I broke the kiss with a ragged growl, hating to stop, but needing to lay her down so I could get rid of my damn clothes. I wanted to rip them off and get back to kissing her, but then she fell back to her elbows and licked her swollen lips. She watched me with hunger, and I wanted to tease her to the edge of starvation.
I soaked up every inch of bared skin—every minute movement. Her firm thighs rubbing together as I undid one button at a time. Her chest heaving over ragged breaths as I unfastened my pants. Her pebbled nipples as I slid my pants over my hips.
I groaned, my hard length springing free, swollen to the point of pain.
“Lucian,” she whined. “Please.”
“What, princess?”
“Kiss me.”
I almost fell on her, diving back in without thought, but the desperation urging me to latch my mouth to hers and never let go set off an alarm, ringing in the back of my mind louder than before. Usually, I’d explain it away—rationalize a reason to ignore it, but Aspen consumed too much of my thoughts, only making it worse. To appease the nagging sound, I held off a little longer and settled on keeping my mouth busy in other ways. Ways that would push her to the edge of desire so strong it mirrored insanity.
“Spread your legs. Show me that pretty pussy,” I ordered, slowly stroking up and down my length. Even that small stimulation inched me closer to coming, but I liked the way she tracked the movement, licking her lips like she was remembering the taste of my cum on her tongue and wanted more. “Show me how wet you are.”
She inched her knees apart and let them fall open, baring her pink folds and swollen clit.
“You came on his mouth.”
“Twice,” she breathed, her lips quirking into a taunting smirk.
“Did you like it?”
“Obviously.”
“Did Daddy eat his little sweetheart’s pussy so well?”