Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 121898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
My nails raked down his back. I couldn’t even think about the marks I would be leaving behind. All there was, was the sweet burning as my orgasm built deep inside me, growing layer by layer until my entire body was tingling in anticipation.
He kept slowing, as if he knew I was ready to go. Time and time again he denied me just before I reached the point of no return, but my throat was too dry from gasping to argue. I let out a broken moan, and he chuckled, nipping at my lower lip.
“All right,” he said, his voice husky and thick. “I’ll give you what you want.”
I wanted to gasp out a “Yes!” of relief, but he pounded into me so hard I had to grab my thighs. The altered angle of my hips had him pushing even deeper, and as if that was exactly what my body needed, I fell to pieces.
My muscles clenched, my skin buzzed, and the most intense orgasm I’d felt in a long while took me hostage, making parts of my body tingle that I didn’t even know could tingle.
“Sylvie, fuck.” Thomas groaned and jerked upright, pulling his hips back. He came on the back of my thigh, tilting his lower body just enough so that I could feel his release coating my skin.
I glanced down between our bodies, staring at the way he held his still-hard cock, his hand just pumping out of the last of his orgasm until it wetted the sheets beneath us.
He followed my gaze with his own. “If you look at me like that, we won’t be done here.”
I sucked my lower lip between my teeth before slowly releasing it. “That’s not the threat you think it is, do you know that?”
He stilled for a moment, then met my gaze with heated eyes. “Is that so?”
I smiled teasingly.
At least, that’s what I was going for.
“Just let me rehydrate, and you can make good on that so-called threat of yours.”
“Sylvie…” He ran his free hand through his hair. “You’re going to kill me.”
“That is my lifelong dream.”
He reached forwards and pinched my nipple, twisting it between his finger and thumb. I squeaked in both pain and pleasure, and he leant down, taking it between his lips. He rolled his tongue over it until the sting had disappeared, then touched his lips to my earlobe.
“You have no idea what I want to do to you, Sylvie Harding.”
I laughed, sliding my fingers through his hair and down to the back of his neck. “Then why don’t you show me, Your Grace?”
He took my earlobe into his mouth and grazed his teeth over it, making me shiver. “Get ready to drink up. It’s going to be a long night.”
***
There was a hickey on my boob.
Don’t ask me why that was the first thing I noticed upon waking up in an empty bed, but it was.
And, as I prodded and poked at the girls, it was clear that it wasn’t the only one.
When the hell had Thomas left four love bites on my boob?
What was he, some kind of titty vampire?
Thank God they’d be hidden by all my clothing, at least.
Speaking of… Where was Thomas? There was no sign of his clothing or his phone or watch, and the side of the bed he’d slept on was cold.
Had he fucked me and run?
If so, I was going to whip him with some tinsel. Maybe even strangle him with it. I’d have to see how I felt upon laying eyes on him.
I dragged myself out of bed with a groan and fumbled in my drawers for some clothes. It was barely eight-thirty in the morning, and since my plans for today involved decorating the forest in the town hall, I really needed to get myself up and moving.
I pulled my jumper over my head and headed downstairs with a yawn, scratching my hip. Voices came from the direction of the kitchen, so I headed there and froze in the doorway.
Why was Thomas drinking tea with my grandpa and parents?
“Sylvie!” Mum jumped up and wrapped me in her arms before I’d fully comprehended exactly what it was that I was seeing. “Good morning, darling! I missed you!”
“Mum.” I hugged her back absent-mindedly. “You’re here earlier than I thought.”
“It’s going to snow again,” Dad said, stirring his tea while reading the paper. “So, we set off early. Have to say though, I didn’t expect to find the duke boiling the kettle when we arrived.”
Hello to you, too, Dad.
My cheeks burned. “Um… I didn’t expect that either,” I replied, escaping Mum’s tight hug.
Gramps eyed me mischievously. “Don’t worry, Birdie. I’ve already told him he has to take responsibility for you.”
Of course he had.
Look at Mister Matchmaker over there…
“This isn’t the seventeen-hundreds, Gramps,” I replied. “Besides, if anyone here needs to take responsibility, it’s Mum and Dad for raising Hazel the way they did. That, or they’ll end up with only one daughter.”