Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 133531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
Settling his wide shoulders between her thighs, he cupped her bottom with his palms and lifted her to his waiting mouth. He felt as if he’d waited a lifetime for this moment.
Gideon.
She sounded breathless as he breathed warm air into her slick heat. His name. She made his name sound like love, passion, adoration. He ran his tongue up first one thigh and then the other, making himself wait. Making her wait. Very gently, he circled her clit, feeling her nerve endings burst into fiery life, sizzling and sparking. Her body jerked, and she whispered his name again, this time in a plea.
You need to be ready for us, Rory.
He dipped his head and ran his tongue through her slick folds, sending shock waves of white-hot fire through her entire bloodstream. He stayed connected with her to ensure he was giving her pleasure, not realizing until that moment that by sharing with her, it would amplify his passion too. He craved her taste, was completely addicted. Desperate for more. He lapped greedily at her, devouring as much of the liquid spilling from her as he could.
The primitive predator in him fought for control. His mind, her mind, ceased all coherent thought. They both needed, and that need was all-consuming. The fire burned like the storm outside, out of control, flames so hot it threatened to consume them both. His tongue was rough and then gentle, stabbed deep and then lapped at her clit, and circled and flicked. There was no rhythm to catch, only the continuous sensations that took her closer and closer to the edge.
Let go for me, Rory.
He was desperate to have her, his cock nearly bursting. He fit his mouth over her hot little clit and suckled. Instantly, he saw the bright hot flashes behind her eyes, the sparkling colors, and felt the intense sensations pouring through her in waves as she cried out her pleasure.
Gideon didn’t wait. He knelt between her spread legs and lodged the thick head of his cock into her scorching entrance. Outside, thunder rolled as lightning cracked across the sky. The roaring in his ears accompanied the hot, bright lightning streaking through his entire body. His heavy cock was thick in his fist, raging with a brutal, merciless demand. He clenched his teeth, fighting for control when her body was scorching hot and doing everything to drag him inside where he belonged.
“Red, you have to let me do this gently,” he tried to warn her. She was looking at him with those eyes of hers, desperate for him. Hot for him. Too hot. Red flames seemed to burn in her hair. Over her skin.
He entered her slowly, or tried to. She was a silken sheath of sheer fire, surrounding his cock with a tight fist of scorching muscles.
“More. Hurry. Don’t stop.” Her nails dug into his forearms.
Gideon took her at her word, surging forward as he needed to do, past her thin barrier, to bury himself deep in her body, connecting them until he was completely surrounded by all that scorching fire. She gasped, her eyes going wide. She nodded at him.
He lost himself in her, dragging his heavy cock deliberately over her most sensitive spot again and again to give her the most pleasure. Her silken muscles stroked and squeezed his shaft like a fist and then would create the sensation of tongues rubbing and lapping at him ruthlessly. She was blazing hot and tight as hell.
Her hips rose to meet his as he shifted positions, angling his body over hers and catching her legs on his forearms for a different access. Her breath caught in her throat. She moaned his name. Gideon kept his mind firmly in hers and refused to let her gaze drop away from his. This was the two of them together. He was claiming her, and he wanted her to know who she was with. He belonged with her. She belonged with him.
He set a faster, harder pace, the friction nearly unbearable, it was so good. At times, he thought he might not survive the pleasure. She was that hot, that tight. He couldn’t have stopped if he’d been so inclined. Nothing could have stopped him. The storm outside wasn’t nearly as wild or turbulent as the one inside, the one raging between them. It just burned brighter and hotter and more out of control, until he felt that white-hot fist begin to clamp down on his cock like a vise. Power swept through him. Bright. Hot. Coiling deep.
“Let go, Red. Fly with me.”
He refused to look away from her. His woman. Meant to be. Always meant to be. Her vivid green gaze clung to his. He could see love there. He knew she could see it there for her in his eyes. Tenderness. A promise.
And then they were soaring together. High. Paradise. In a storm of passion, of love, that Gideon had never thought possible for him. Somehow, he’d been granted that miracle when he wasn’t certain he deserved it, but he was taking it and was grateful.