Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
The first taste is a life sentence. The second is a slow death. She's already gushing on my tongue, crying out my name. And I'm already addicted, already willing to kill for more of this. Goddamn, she's so sweet. So perfect.
My hands dig into her hips as I lift her higher, burying my face in her pretty little pussy. She chokes on my name as I flick my tongue against her clit, lapping up her juices like a starving man. That's what I am. It's what she's turned me into. Every goddamn day for the last three months, she's pushed me further around the bend, turned me into a slavering, ravaging beast.
Does she even know the lengths I'd go just to keep her here like this? How many rules I'd break and lives I'd ruin just to make her mine? My dad always said I'd know when I found my one. I always thought he was full of shit, just a hopeless romantic talking out of his ass. Turns out…Carter Grayson knows a helluva lot more about this soulmate shit than I realized, because whatever this is beating inside my chest isn't simple desire. It's as inevitable as the tides, as inviolable as fucking gravity. Constance Maverick is reordering my entire goddamn existence. And she's at the center of it.
I thrust my tongue into her tight little hole, fighting like hell to get it as far as I can. I want to taste the cherry in her. I want to lick it out of her before I claim it with my cock and give her mine in return.
She chants my name, babbling incoherently.
I spread her cheeks, licking lower, tasting that forbidden little hole, too. I want to claim and own it too, to possess it as thoroughly as I will every other hole on her body. She will be mine in every single way.
"Oh my god," she groans, going rigid beneath me. "You can't…you aren't…that's my…"
"Yeah, it's your pretty little asshole, baby." I flick that little rosebud with my tongue again. "Don't pretend you don't like it. I feel you quivering all over my face, Constance. You fucking love having my tongue right there, don't you?"
"No." She chokes on a sob. "Yes! God, Bastian. Do it again."
"I give the orders here," I remind her, but I flick that little hole with my tongue again anyway. Because, yeah, maybe I am a controlling bastard, but I'm also the motherfucker who can't deny her anything. Whatever she wants, I'll give her. Whatever she needs, I'll deliver.
"Jerk," she mumbles, but there's no heat to the insult. She's rocking against my face, clawing at my hands and the island.
"Yeah, I am," I groan, sucking one lip into my mouth and then the other. "But you fucking love it. It's the reason you're so wet right now. You act like you hate that I'm a controlling bastard, but we both know how much you want to drop to your knees and beg when I am."
"Do not," she gasps.
I bite her inner thigh, and she sobs my name.
"Little liar," I growl. "You get off on knowing I can handle your bullshit." I seam my lips around her clit, nibbling on it until she's wailing my name. "You fucking love not being in control with me, don't you?"
"N-no."
"Tell the truth if you want to come." I thrust my tongue into her hole again, fucking her with it. My nose grinds against her clit. She sobs beneath me, arching and bucking. She's so damn close, but I don't let her go over. As soon as she starts fluttering around me, I back off, keeping her on the edge. "Tell me."
"Bastian, please!"
"Begging won't save you." My dick is so fucking hard I may not survive this. Christ Almighty, the more she thrashes and resists and pleads, the more I want to sink into her until she's shattering for me. But not until I get what I want. Not until she admits the truth. I need it, goddammit. I need to hear that she loves this as much as I do.
We both know that's why she's here right now. She's spread across my island with my tongue lodged in her hot little hole because nothing makes her hotter than the back and forth and push and pull between us.
But maybe a tiny part of me needs assurance that she doesn't fucking hate me for being a domineering prick. Maybe a tiny part needs to know she's as lost in this as I am, that she wants it as badly as I do. Because, quite frankly, I'm lost in her. I have been since day one. And if she doesn't feel the same, if this is just sex for her, I might not survive it.
I run my tongue in circles around her clit, dragging her back to the edge, only to back off again when she's right there, quivering and ready to explode. She wails my name, threatening to strangle me with my tie.