Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
He turned to her. “Dress off. I want to see if you really went without panties.”
She gathered the bottom of her dress in her hands and began to ever so slowly drag the material up her thighs. But then she let it go. “You know, I think I’d like a shower first.” She whirled and dashed up the stairs, chuckling.
Keenan instantly pursued her. He caught the crazy bitch on the landing, scooped her up, and then stalked into the bedroom. He crossed to the bed and lowered her to her feet. “Take the dress off or I rip it off.”
“Okay, okay.” An impish smile curving her mouth, she lowered the side zipper and then shimmied out of the dress. Standing there in only her bra and shoes, she said, “Told you.”
Jesus, he was getting hard already. Keenan skimmed his fingers over the soft folds of her pussy. “Spread your legs a little. Good girl.” He gently flicked her clit while staring at the pretty breasts spilling out of her lacy bra. “Let’s see how long it takes for you to get wet.”
He drove his fingers into her hair and took her mouth, absolutely ravenous for her. He consumed it. Ravished it. Claimed it for his own all over again.
The air ignited with heat and electricity. Need roared through him, wicked and primal. His body went tight. His head spun. His control began to fray.
He angled her head and thrust his tongue deeper, needing more. She tasted of her and pink gin and everything he’d ever wanted. He hauled her against him and growled at the feel of her hard nipples stabbing his chest. If he wasn’t balls-deep inside her soon, he was going to lose it.
His demon urged him to take her, possess her. It wanted to brand her again. Wanted her to feel so owned she’d never even consider leaving them.
Khloé thrust her fingers through his hair and dragged her nails over his scalp, loving his little growl. His talented tongue pretty much fucked her mouth. There was an intoxicating greed in his kiss that heated her blood and dragged her under his spell. Sexual endorphins swam through her as her body quite simply caught fire.
She pulled at his shirt and tore her mouth from his. “Off.”
He reached behind him, fisted the back of his tee, and pulled it over his head, revealing that fabulous rock-hard chest and the tribal-looking brand that her demon had left on his right pectoral.
She smiled. “Rock on.”
He shook his head, as if she was beyond help, and then slammed his mouth on hers again.
Even as he devoured her mouth, Khloé tackled his fly and fisted his shaft. It was full and long and hard. Oh, yeah. She pumped him with a firm grip while he thrust into her hand.
Her demon wanted to see his self-discipline crumble again. It loved that no other person had had the ability to make him hard against his will. Loved that only Khloé and her entity had ever seen him out of control.
Keenan snarled. “You keep pumping me like that and I’ll come all over your hand.” He peeled her fingers away from his dick. “Lie down for me.”
She did as he asked and watched as he shoved down his jeans, exposing the perfect V of the hips and rock-hard thighs. His cock jerked and tapped his belly as his gaze drifted over her, hot and possessive. That territorial look went right to her damp core.
Keenan raked his gaze over his mate, drinking in her perky breasts, slender body, bald pussy, and the brands his demon put on her neck and navel. He parted her plump folds and almost groaned at all the slickness there. “Nice and wet.” He curved his body over hers and rocked his hips, dragging his cock over her clit.
She gasped and gripped his shoulders. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet.” Filling his hands with her breasts, Keenan latched onto her nipple and suckled. She moaned and dug her nails into his skin. Alternating from one nipple to the other, he licked, sucked, and nipped them over and over; teased them into hard little buds.
She pulled on his hair. “I want you in me.”
“I’ll give you what you want.” He slid down her body and dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed. “Eventually.” He pulled her legs apart and nuzzled her glistening folds. “Love going down on you.”
Khloé bucked and squirmed as he devastated her pussy with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He lapped, nipped, probed, and flicked her clit until flames of need danced over her skin.
Her body wound so tight it was a wonder her muscles weren’t cramping, she arched and moaned and demanded more. Her pussy spasmed, ached to have him deep inside her. A powerful orgasm hovered close, but he was holding it back.