Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
It’s oddly quiet. Yes, the muffled bass is bleeding through the bricks, and some small critter skitters under a trash can, but beyond that, the hum of the city is our only companion. Vapor leaves Corvus’s mouth, forming a cloud between our faces as he looks left and right, fingers buried in my clothes. The alley is crowded with shadows in all the different hues, but they’re static, softening the edges of Remo’s van and the skyway looming above the passage like a gate.
“Where I can make out with you with no one watching,” I murmur and push him against the graffiti covered wall. In the yellow light of a far off street lamp, even Corvus’s sharp edges soften. His pupils are wide in the darkness, eyes glossed over, and I don’t want to wait until we’re home. There’s a sheen to his throat, the faint tremor of his pulse above the silver chain. I slide my hands up his sides with a happy groan as I dive in for a kiss.
He always yields so beautifully, back melting into the wall as I cage him against it. His hands are so warm when they slide under my jacket, kneading flesh and pulling me closer, as if he’s worried I might be ripped away any second.
Hot breath dances between our lips.
He tastes of booze, and cloves, and smoke, and while I’m not yet drunk myself, he’s intoxicating me with every kiss. I love to see men unravel under me, and someone like Corvus, someone so very in control of his life, is even more delicious in his moments of passion. So unguarded.
“I missed you,” he mumbles, as if we haven’t been together for the past three hours.
I snort, pushing closer to rub my thigh against his dick. It might be trapped under fabric, but it’s definitely desperate for action. “I never thought I’d see you this drunk.”
“I’m not drunk,” he slurs out, making me laugh again, this time, against his neck. I add a little bite to keep him on his toes.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? I’ve got eyes only for you. I don’t even watch porn, because I want you only. All the damn time. You could be the only guy I’ve ever had, and I’d be happy. Hell, you could wipe my memory clean of any other men.”
His pulse quickens, beating against my lips as he inhales the cold air and drags his hands down my back. His nails are short, but they still bite, and I stifle my moan against his soft, fragrant skin. “No… I want you to know how much better I am,” he whimpers back, bulge sliding up my thigh as he rocks his hips.
No other guy can live up to the perfection in my arms. He’s so solid, so dangerous, and yet I’m the one who can turn his knees into marshmallows, make him tremble and whine as he struggles to keep his composure. It’s how controlled he is in all other aspects of life that makes his surrender all the more delicious.
“Well, I’d wipe any of your exes out of existence. I want to be the only dick you dream of.” I press harder against him to make my point.
We haven’t gone far, but away from the staff entrance, beyond the parked van, in the shadow cast by a skywalk, we’re hidden from view. Completely on our own, just the way I wanted. His fingers slide up my neck, and he cups my face with a breathy moan. “I don’t have exes.”
It’s cold, and we haven’t bothered to close our coats yet, but all I need is the exhilarating warmth radiating from Corvus’s body. I want to melt into him, not lock myself away.
I slide my hand to his ass and squeeze. “Oh no. Did you kill each one?” Bit extreme, even for him, so is it wrong that it turns me on? Maybe I can be like that chick from a fairytale, who kept telling stories to a cruel monarch who murdered each of his wives after the wedding night, and survive?
Corvus sighs, the distinct aroma of whisky clinging to his breath as he embraces me in the dark. “You’re the first.” He hides his face against my neck as if he’s sharing a dirty secret, but I’m trying to make sense of it.
Does he really mean what I think he does? When he came to meet me in the cell, he seemed so confident, so sure of what he wanted. “First what?” I ask as my heart beats faster, because now that this insane possibility is on the table, all I want to be is his first, his only, the best dick he’s ever had and one he’ll never need to stray from.
Corvus sighs, pulling at the folds of my jacket to bring our chests together. “Not first kiss, because that was a man in a club. Not first head, because that was him too.” He exhales, rubbing his cool cheeks against my flesh as the pulsing in my ears speeds up dramatically. “Just first.”