Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Blade drew in his breath, and I kept going.
When he swayed, I looked up at him. “You need to lie down and let me take care of you.”
“Okay.”
He got onto the bed, and I propped up pillows so he could lie back. I pushed his legs apart and settled between them.
I ran my hands along his sides, letting myself feel the texture of his scars, then I bent and placed a kiss on each one. He tensed up at first, but as I kept going, he slowly relaxed. I shifted position so I could get to his thighs. I took my time giving each scar there the same attention.
He flinched when I kissed the deepest one, and I looked up. “Did I hurt you?”
He shook his head. “The feeling there is off, so it tingles when it’s touched.”
“If you want me not to—”
“It doesn’t hurt. It can just be surprising. Don’t stop.”
I smiled at him. “I won’t.”
When I was done with my exploration of his scars, I turned my attention to the rest of him. I felt like I could touch him like this forever.
“Carlo.” I looked up and smiled. He was flushed again, but I knew it wasn’t from fever this time. “Get the lube from the nightstand.” His voice was strong and commanding again like it had been that first night.
“What if I’m not done exploring you?”
“Just because you’re going to ride me like a champion cowboy doesn’t mean you’re in charge, remember?”
His words made my cock jump. “I remember.”
He pointed toward the nightstand, and I slid off the bed and followed his orders.
When I looked back, he was watching me. He no longer had the cautious, defensive expression he’d worn when I first began to explore his scars. I realized regaining control was probably helping him. I could let him have that, especially when he was sharing so much of himself with me. I wanted to track down whoever had put those scars on his body and see that they had a slow, agonizing death. I wanted to pay them back for every mark on his body.
“They’re dead.”
“What?”
“The men who did this to me. They’re dead. Grant… He killed them.”
“How did you know what I was thinking?”
“That fierce look on your face. The anger, the determination. You aren’t hard to read.”
“I am with other people.”
He raised his brows. “Are you?”
“When I try.”
“But you’re not trying now?’
“No. Are you?”
“Not… not anymore.” He held out his arms. “Come here.”
I tossed the lube onto the bed and straddled him as he pulled me down for a kiss. It wasn’t like the kisses we’d shared before. They’d been hungry, needy, and filled with lust. I felt all that now but also something more, a strong connection like he was trying to tell me something with his body. I was happy to listen as long as he wanted.
When the kiss ended, I was gasping for air. He slid his hands into my hair and gripped me tightly as he whispered in my ear. “You’re going to take that lube and get yourself ready, then you’re going to ride me hard and fast. You’re going to do exactly what I say, and you won’t come until I tell you too.”
I nodded so fast I nearly got whiplash. “Yes. Please. All of that.”
When I sat back, I was so dizzy I wondered if I could stay upright, but when I met Blade’s gaze and saw the way he was looking at me like he was ready to do whatever was necessary to make me obey, I grabbed the lube and squirted some onto my fingers.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “I want to really see you finger-fucking yourself.”
“Holy shit. That’s so fucking hot.”
“Do it.”
I rose up onto my knees, turned around, then leaned forward and caught myself on one hand. I arched my back, giving Blade the best possible view as I pushed two slick fingers into my ass. It stung, but I shoved them all the way in, gasping as I did it.
“That’s right. Don’t go slow. I’m not patient.”
“Neither am I.” The words were barely audible as I tried to catch my breath. He was driving me wild, and we’d hardly even started. My cock was leaking precum, and I wanted to touch it so badly. I needed friction. I needed more.
“Carlo.” He slapped my ass hard, and I cried out. “Do as you’re told.”
“Yes, sir.” I said the words in a mocking, coquettish voice, and he spanked me again. I wiggled my ass like I was begging for more and he gave it to me, several harsh blows in a row.
I worked my fingers in and out, fucking myself, wishing he was ready to give me his cock. I didn’t care about prep or anything but having all of him that he was willing to give.