Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Her words make me laugh even as I haul her back into my arms.
"God, I love you."
Her face instantly pales, and I grin. "Too soon?"
"Yes!"
"Good thing it's just an expression then—-"
She's visibly relieved, but just as her cheeks start regaining their color—-
"Or is it?"
Her expression immediately turns vexed, and it's just too fucking hot and cute I can't help stealing a quick hard kiss from her mouth—-as well as an equally quick bite on her lip that's just hard enough to make her hiss.
"Stop that!"
"Make me."
Teasing her has become an addiction, never mind if the flash of anger in her eyes also has me taking a careful step back. I've seen photographic evidence of how vicious my kitten can be, and when I see her taking a deep breath, I prepare myself for the worst—-
"Damn you!"
Since that can't be all there is to her wrath, maybe this response of hers is like a three-course punishment, and we're just getting starters, I mean started?
I wait for the main entrée, but nothing happens, and I look at her in bemusement. "Is that it?"
"I've never cussed out loud," Kayra mutters. "I've made it a point to avoid doing anything that's considered stereotypical to a psychopath...but I said them this time, just to let you know how annoyed I am."
Un-fucking-believable.
How can anyone as deadly as Kayra be so arousingly adorable at the same time?
One move is all I need to take her by surprise, and my kitten is back to hissing in annoyance as she finds herself flat on her back and me looming over her like a certain master from Greyskull.
"Has anyone told you you're perfect?"
"I've had someone say I was perfectly psycho if that counts?"
"Ignore them," I say right away. "Multiple studies have effectively established links between perception bias—-"
"There you go again talking like a shrink to spare my feelings."
"I guess you'll just have to get used to it...won't you?"
All she can do is gasp in response, with my hand having dipped inside her jeans, and immediately covering her desire-drenched cunt.
My gaze locks with hers as I grind the heel of my palm against her mound, and this time it's my name she gasps out as her body arches up.
"Rake!"
I start kneading her wildly quivering cunt, and a shudder rocks her slender frame.
"You like that," I growl.
All she does is nod, but the look of helpless need on her beautiful face says everything, and it makes me start playing with her clit—-
"Rake."
It's my first time to hear her moan, and I rub her swollen nub of flesh harder and faster because I want to keep hearing such sounds.
And I do.
Her cries echo against the room, and her body twists and turns as I start flicking her clit with my finger. Her gaze clings to mine as I work relentlessly on her clit, and when her arousal gradually scents the air, I know she's getting close—-
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The thought of being the first and only man to bring my beautiful Kayra into orgasm has my own cock throbbing violently under my pants, and I can barely control myself when I finally press my thumb hard against her pleasure bud.
"Rake!"
She grabs hold of my wrist as her body turns rigid, and as my thumb presses harder on her clit, I see the exact moment orgasm storms through her, and it's the most fucking beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Her lips part in a silent cry as creamy moisture gushes out of her quivering cunt, and I savor every involuntary buckle of her body under my palm. I'm not sure if it's because she has the most deliciously sensitive flesh or she's just fucking primed for my touch, but her pleasure seems to last endlessly, and when I hear her choke my name out one last time—-
"Rake."
I realize that's who I am now.
For better or for worse, the man who was once Drake Morrison is gone, and from this fucking moment on, I am and will always be Kayra's Rake.
Chapter Seven
THE PULSATING PLEASURE between my legs makes me feel like I'm floating, and having Rake gaze down at me with such hunger only makes everything feel more like a dream.
I'm still faintly out of breath when he carefully pulls his hand out of my jeans, and I find myself thinking rather dizzily about the sheer difference between our sizes. He's so, so much taller, and so much bigger and heavier than I am, and the disparity is visible even when I'm only comparing the size of his hand to mine.
My heart races when I remember how his hand covered my entire mound with ease, and every inch of my pussy came into contact with the heat of his touch. I never thought I had it in me to cum so hard and quickly, but there really is something about this man that I find myself acting no different from any other girl.