Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I want to lift my head to kiss him, but my stomach caves from the coolness. I glance down my body to find he’s dragging a piece of ice from my belly button up between my breasts.
My breath hitches. His presence alone seems so overwhelming. His touch is only heightening the ball of flames building in my belly.
“All my life, I’ve convinced myself I didn’t want to find you. I’ve spent centuries believing I wouldn’t. Now you’re here.”
He pauses to dart his tongue out to flick against my lips. I release a small moan, wishing he would kiss me. I can’t help but pant as he continues with his words.
“You’re so beautiful and your arousal smells like the heavens. You were made just for me. You’re living proof the gods know me well,” he says against my lips.
I whimper when he still doesn’t kiss me. He drags the ice up my throat and allows it to drip over my lips. The cool moisture does nothing to sate this burning from within.
In fact, my temperature has risen since he appeared. I bite my lip to keep from begging. He swallows hard as if this is taking all his restraint.
“Please,” I plea, losing the battle to keep my dignity.
He places the ice between his teeth and lowers his head to run it across my lips. This is pure torture. I need… I have no idea what I need. All I know is that he’s involved.
He glides his hand down my body, retracing the path of the ice. Only, he moves lower still once he gets to my belly button. He releases a loud growl when his fingertips reach my wet sex.
With skill, he circles my pearl with his fingers before slipping two inside me. I cup his face and lift to close the distance. The ice vanishes and his tongue brushes against mine.
I lift my hips and rock against his hand. I’m so wet I feel my juices dripping between my cheeks. That must turn him on.
Reaching to cup my throat, he deepens the kiss. I gasp and shiver. He’s not just kissing me; he’s sipping and drinking from my lips.
He breaks the kiss to nip at my chin and kisses my nose. My skin buzzes wherever he touches it. Squeezing my legs around his hand, I twist, turn, and convulse.
He pulls his hand away, causing me to whimper. A dark chuckle comes from his chest. He places his fingers between his lips and closes his eyes as he savors my essence in his mouth.
I turn over and lift to my knees. He looks at me like he’s about to devour me. Standing, he tugs his cut off then plants his knee on the bed. He’s so large. I should be running, but I’ve never felt a pull stronger than the one I feel to him.
My eyes widen as he pulls his shirt over his head and his chiseled body comes into view. Damn. I have no other words.
He’s a work of art. I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth to make sure I’m not drooling. My mouth is definitely watering.
I reach to touch him with shaky hands. He pushes his fingers into my hair and tugs my head back, then takes my lips in a hard, passionate kiss. I push my fingers into the top of his wavy locks.
They are shorter now in the present. The sides are tapered and the top curls into his face just above his brow line. He groans as he pushes me to lie on my back.
“Kendrick,” I whimper as he kisses his way down my neck.
His lips are warm and soft. Each kiss is like a soft caress. I never want him to stop.
“My name sounds perfect on your lips. I want to taste every part of you. I need to have all of you.”
Is he kidding? I want all of that too. I’m still trying to figure out what he’s waiting for.
“Yes, please.”
He palms one of my breasts and begins to knead it. I arch into him and cry out. His touch is like a trigger; goose bumps rise across my skin and a shiver runs through me.
I reach for his belt buckle, but his pants vanish on their own. I swallow hard as it hits me; this is not a normal man. Maybe we should slow down.
“Oh my god,” I cry out as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and pushes his fingers back into me.
All thoughts of slowing down disappear. His long, thick fingers feel amazing. I begin to gush all over his hand. The sound of my juices is so loud it battles with the sound of my panting and moaning.
“You’re so responsive to me. You’re mine, Ray. No other man—human or other—will ever touch you. Say it, you’re mine.”