Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He bent his head, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip.
I licked my own in synchronisation, all too ready to feel his mouth on mine.
“We do this, and then it’s over,” he grunted.
But what if this is just the beginning?
The way my heart plummeted in his hold.
The way my entire body wanted to kneel for him.
The power he already had over me.
It was horrifying, consuming...addictive.
It was enough to shake me out of my stupor and nod. “Agreed.” Not because he demanded a reply but because I had the frantic need to cling to some form of sanity. If he wanted to treat this night as a dream where we woke up tomorrow and pretended it wasn’t real, then...so be it.
It would be better than it becoming a nightmare we couldn’t escape from.
With a groan, Nick pushed me hard, slamming me against the closed door behind me. My back crashed against it. My breath catching. My lips parting.
“Tonight, you belong to me,” he snarled, just as his mouth collided with mine.
I gasped as he kissed me with every bit of pent-up arousal he’d kept hidden for eight long months. He didn’t ease into it. No soft peck. No questioning lick. He kissed me as if he aimed to rip out all my air and replace it with him. His breath. His taste. His need.
He crushed me against the door. His hands sweeping up to my cheeks, holding me captive as his tongue tore past my lips and drank me.
My knees threatened to give out.
I’d never been kissed so possessively. Even Hunter hadn’t consumed me like this when he’d kissed me on the street. Nick let go of the leashes trapping him and embraced every urge he’d been hiding from.
He groaned as I opened for him.
He snarled as I submitted.
His tongue licked mine. His teeth punctured my bottom lip. His cinnamon taste shot up my nose, making my eyes water as he kissed me deeper, deeper, deeper.
His fingers dug into my cheeks as he pressed his entire body against mine, urgency pouring off him to take me hard and fast and now.
I cried out as his head canted to the side, somehow finding a way to deepen our already abyss-deep kiss. His lips bruised me with warm, slippery, animalistic control.
I moaned as one of his hands dropped from my cheek and landed directly over my breast. He kneaded me instead of caressed me. A massage of heated lust full of ruthless, firm strokes that sent my mind into hibernation and my body into hyper awareness.
My nipple peaked. My flesh ached. A fever ripped through my entire body as he claimed me.
I was owned by him in that moment.
Completely, wholly, terribly owned.
Nicholas groaned as my arms wrapped around his waist, clinging to him. His mouth suffocated me. His touch incinerated me. He was too close but not close enough. He was too aggressive yet somehow far too gentle.
How had we lived together for so long and never had an inkling of what the other was like? How did we sit in awkward silence watching some documentary on psychedelic medicine or anti-inflammatory mould and not attack each other on the couch? How would I go back to that existence after tonight? After I’d tasted him? Sampled him? Known how passionate he was under his stony, disdainful façade?
The ache between my legs intensified.
I arched my hips against Nick’s upper thigh, needing friction. Desperate for his hand to drop from my breast and give such deliciously cruel attention to my—
“Fucking hell, down boy. You’re going to devour the poor girl.” Hunter’s amusement filtered through the roaring in my ears as Nick’s lips suddenly wrenched from mine. The cold draft after his dominating flavour poured icy water on my lust.
Hunter squeezed Nick’s shoulder, still holding him tight after jerking him off me. “Easy. We have all night to eat her, not just five minutes. Haven’t you ever heard the expression ‘savour the meal’? Besides.” He fisted Nick’s shoulder, making him flinch. “It’s not just about you and her. It’s about us. And I fully intend to participate. But first...” He pushed Nick into the centre of the dark den of a bedroom. “Stand over there.”
Nick’s lips glowed red from our violent kiss as he balled his hands and tripped to the spot where Hunter had pushed him. “Why do I have to stand here?” His brows came down as Hunter captured my hand and pulled me into him.
“You’ll see.” Hunter smirked.
I sucked in a breath as Hunter pressed his finger beneath my jaw, raising my head just enough for his mouth to capture mine.
Out of the corner of my eye, Nick stiffened with jealousy. His nostrils flared. A rumbling growl echoed in his chest. But he didn’t try to intervene, and I didn’t stop Hunter from kissing me. My brain tried to keep up with the tabooness of this moment.