Total pages in book: 217
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
Now, I don’t know what time it is, but the water is tepid. Only our touching skin is keeping the chills away. “Are you awake?” I ask, and he hums, starting to circle his palms across my stomach. “She didn’t come home.”
His arms move up to my shoulders and circle, hugging me, and I cling to them, but he says nothing. We’re all worried. God damn her. I peel Danny’s arms away and stand, water pouring from my body, goosebumps finding every inch of my skin, my wet hair sticking to my back. “Wait,” he says, reaching for my wrist. I turn in the bath as he gets to his knees and pulls me down to mine, slipping his hand onto my nape and pulling my mouth onto his. The scorching hot heat contrasting with the chills of my skin is divine, and when my breasts press into his chest, the chills vanish immediately.
“Your cuts.” I hold on to his wrists, clench hard, ready to pull away.
“Are fine,” he replies, hypnotizing me with the swirls of his tongue, his nibbles, the sucks, while he holds my neck firmly. “Just kiss me.” The roughness of his voice added to the already intoxicating ingredients takes me to the next level of pleasure, a need overcoming me to just . . . kiss. I tilt my head, open wider, swirl softly, suck gently. It’s the slowest kiss we’ve ever shared. The softest. “Beautiful,” he whispers again, pushing his body closer, urging me on, his hands slipping up onto my head, his thumbs on my cheeks.
I’m so lost. So hot. So consumed. Moving my hands to his hair, I stroke through the length to his nape, locking my arm around his neck to pull me in closer, humming my happiness, swallowing down every sound of indulgence he makes. This kiss is bingeing. It’s greedy and powerful and dizzying. Neither of us want to progress it, just enjoy it.
It goes on and on.
The perpetual kiss. My head turns one way, then the other, my free hand moves across his body, his face, his hair, my nipples grazing his chest. “Are you wet?” he asks, slipping a finger between my legs. I pant in answer, nipping his tongue. So wet. Burning. Needing. I kiss him harder, urgency now taking the lead. “I’m so fucking hard for you.” He takes my hand and places it on his cock, and I immediately start working him as he massages my clit.
I thought I was happy with a kiss.
Now, I just need to detonate and hope it takes some stress with it. I know he feels the same. I kiss him harder still, biting at his lip, stabbing my tongue into his mouth, thrusting my fisted hand up and down his shaft as my body folds forward with the pleasure he’s delivering. I whimper, my lips leaving his, my head going limp as every muscle I possess starts to harden and the pleasure charges forward. I feel his finger slip under my chin and force my face up. I can hardly keep my eyes open.
“Look,” he demands, his icy eyes blazing. “Will you come hard for me, baby?” he asks. “Come all over my hand.”
I whimper, my hand action getting a bit chaotic, forcing Danny to take over working himself and me at the same time. I place a hand on each shoulder and look down at the sight of him pleasuring both of us. Unreal. His fist is tight, working steadily, the crown of his cock glistening, and his pleasure-coated fingers thrust into me in time, his thumb working my clit in between. My cheeks inflate with the strain not to scream as the pleasure grips me, slithering through my veins, all heading to one place. I bite down on my lip and look up. His wet, parted lips past his dark stubble, the slight swell of his nose from his bust up with Otto, his burning, drowsy eyes, his scar.
I lean in and lick the length, from below his eye to his lip, then across to the other side. He tenses. I slide my hand down his chest to between his thighs and stroke softly across his balls. He convulses. Loses his rhythm on me for a moment. It’s a moment I need to pull myself back and get in line with Danny. I kiss him briefly and go back to watching him work us, splitting my attention between his hands and his face. His eyes drop to my boobs.
My hands find them immediately, and his head drops back, his stare rooted there, his mouth falling open more, his blues becoming drowsier.
Deadly handsome.
Deadly sexy.
Just fucking deadly in every manner of the word, and I love him. Would die for him. I abandon a boob and stroke down to my belly, holding it, feeling the urge to bend over and suppress the impending explosion between my legs. His eyes move to my tummy. His hands start working faster.