Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, pooling low in my belly.
“You…you can touch the suit,” I reminded him, my own voice coming out breathier than I intended. My heart was pounding, and I could feel my damp skin getting warm all over with a blush. “You can feel the fabric. That…that’s all.”
“I know what I’m allowed to do,” he said, his eyes locking with mine. There was a storm in them—lust, frustration, and a tenderness that made my breath catch in my throat. “But that doesn’t stop me from knowing exactly what I want to do.”
“What…what you want to do?” I asked, almost panting with need. “Tell me. Even if you can’t do it, just tell me.”
He reached out, his hand hovering just above my stomach. I could feel the heat radiating from his big palm.
“I want to peel this little wet scrap of nothing off you,” he murmured, his fingers finally making contact, but only with my belly. He spread his hand wide, his thumb stroking a slow, maddening circle just below my navel. “I want to use my teeth. I want to hear the sound it makes when it rips.”
I shuddered, my hips giving a tiny, involuntary lift. I loved the heat of his hands on me—I wanted more, even though I knew it was wrong.
“Then, I’d go further,” he continued, his hand sliding up, so slowly, until his palm was cupping my breast.
He didn’t squeeze, just held its weight in his hand, his thumb brushing back and forth over my stiff nipple and sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
The thin, soaked fabric was no barrier at all—I felt every callus, every gentle, teasing touch.
“What…what would you do next?” I asked, my whole body tingling with need.
“I’d taste you here.” He pinched my tight peak lightly, making me moan. “I’d suck this pretty nipple into my mouth until you begged for more. I’d bite it—just a little, though—just enough to make you gasp.”
“Oh Goddess, Kor,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed.
“That’s just the start, sweetheart,” he said, and his voice was hoarse and hungry.
His hand left my breast, trailing a blazing path down my side, over my hip.
“If it wasn’t forbidden, I’d kiss my way down your stomach. I’d spread your thighs wide.”
“You…you would?” I looked at him with wide eyes.
He nodded slowly.
“I would. And then I’d put my mouth on you. I’d lick your sweet little clit until you were shaking. I’d fuck you with my tongue until you came all over my face.”
I couldn’t help feeling a little shocked. I knew that some men did such things for their women, but I knew Carter would never have done it for me—it would have been beneath him.
But Kor didn’t sound like he thought it was beneath him. He sounded hungry for me—hungry to taste me.
His fingers had finally reached the edge of the bikini bottom, tracing the seam where the fabric met my thigh. He didn’t dip beneath it, though—he stayed exactly where the law said he could. But I could feel him wanting more…wishing it wasn’t forbidden.
“And then, when you were wet and open and aching for me,” he growled, his fingers beginning a slow, rhythmic stroking over the fabric covering my mound, the heel of his hand applying a perfect, teasing pressure to my clit, “that’s when I’d finally slide inside you.” He looked at me. “Would you like that, baby? Would you like to feel my cock in you?”
I nibbled my lower lip.
“I…I never liked it much with Carter,” I admitted in a low voice. “But yes, with you, I think…think I might like it.”
“I’d like it too,” he murmured. “I’d let you watch as I entered you, filling you up nice and slow—taking it easy until you felt ready for more—for my knot.”
I looked at him with wide eyes.
“You’d knot me? That’s definitely breaking—”
“The Unbreakable Laws, I know,” he agreed. “But I’m talking about what I want to do—not that we’d ever do it.”
“No, of…of course not,” I agreed breathlessly. “Go…go on.”
“We’d watch together as your tight little pussy took me—every thick inch,” he growled. “You’d feel it when my knot swelled to lock us together. Then I’d fuck you so deep you’d feel me in your throat. I’d make you come over and over until you couldn’t remember your own name. Until all you knew was that you were mine.”
His eyes held mine as he spoke and his words were like a spell. His long fingers slipping up and down the slit of my pussy were exquisite torture, even though he was just touching me over my suit.
The friction was just enough to make my nerves sing, but not enough—never enough—to push me over the edge I was desperately climbing. My back arched off the lounge and soft, pleading sounds fell from my lips. I was right there, teetering on the precipice, my body coiled tight as a spring.