Total pages in book: 401
Estimated words: 390373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1952(@200wpm)___ 1561(@250wpm)___ 1301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 390373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1952(@200wpm)___ 1561(@250wpm)___ 1301(@300wpm)
“Cas.” She sighed, her tone flat despite how her scent increased. “How about before you were staring at them?”
“Before?” I drew my lip between my teeth and watched the buds harden. “I was thinking about how I’m going to punish you.”
“What?”
“For waking me,” I reminded her. “With your ass.”
“Oh, my gods.” She turned her head, but I saw her grin. My lips turned upward.
Neither of our grins lasted. It was almost as if she suddenly remembered what had happened yesterday in the minutes after waking because I felt it the moment she did. Her grief was tangy with undercurrents of acidic anger and…something else. Something bitter.
Her walls went up then, shutting me out. I wasn’t sure she even realized she knew how to shield her emotions. It was probably something she did without even thinking.
“We should get up,” she said, rolling away from me. “A lot probably needs to be addressed.”
Poppy pushed up, baring that ass. Lust fisted deep in my stomach.
She froze and glanced over her shoulder at me. Her gaze touched mine and then drifted downward, to where I knew my erection was tenting the blanket. The flush returned to her cheeks as the warm, heady scent of jasmine increased. Her gaze snapped back to mine, and the colors shrank to churning flecks.
Fuck.
Moving fast, I snagged her around the waist and hauled her against my front. “Do you remember what I promised when you were in the bath?”
Those plump, pink lips parted, and her scent grew stronger.
“Oh, yeah. You remember.” I nipped her ear, causing her to jerk. “And I know how I’m going to punish you.” I shifted her so she was half on her side and half on her stomach, then hooked an arm under her thigh and lifted it. “Though I know you’ll enjoy it.”
“Cas—” Her protests ended in a moan as I entered her.
“Gods,” I groaned, feeling her tight heat in every nerve ending. “Like I said, always wet for me.”
Poppy shuddered as I used the hold on her leg to draw her against my chest, freeing my other hand. “We should…” She gasped as I closed my hand around her breast and started to move.
My lips coasted over her cheek. “We should what?”
“Not be doing this,” she said, her hips rocking to meet my thrusts. “We have—” She gasped when my hips moved. “Stuff to do.”
“We do.” I ran my thumb over her nipple. “Perhaps you should stop pushing your ass back on me then.”
“I’m not.”
“Liar,” I whispered, pinching the sensitive nub of flesh.
Poppy cried out, her tight, wet core tightening around my cock as she gripped the arm I had under her leg. I moved slowly, letting myself get lost in the feel of her as my hungry gaze traveled the length of her body. My stare fixated on the paradise between her thighs as she followed the pace I set. “Touch yourself.”
Her hips stilled. “W-what?”
“Touch yourself,” I repeated, forcing myself to keep the pumping rhythm of my hips slow, even though the thought of her doing what I asked brought me to the edge of control. “Play with your pussy.” I nipped on her earlobe. “Like you did for me before.”
Her sharp inhale went straight to my cock as I watched the flush spread across her chest. Her fingers tightened around my arm.
I moved my hand from her breast and grasped hers. Her breathing quickened as I pulled it to the juncture of her thighs. “This.” I moved her finger. “Tell me what it’s called.”
“Cas…”
“Tell me,” I urged.
She turned her cheek toward me, burying her heated face in the pillow.
“I want to hear you say it,” I said. “And not with your head buried in the pillow.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she muttered but lifted her head. A moment passed. She whispered the word, but I heard it. “Clit.”
“That’s right, my Queen. I want you to play with your clit, Poppy. While I fuck you,” I said, the words seeming to vibrate from my chest. “Please.”
Another shudder swept through her and me as I watched her hand drift and then hesitate a few inches above where my cock slowly moved in and out of her. Her fingers twitched. The color in her chest and face deepened. I stifled a groan, loving her shyness as much as I did her boldness. Those two sides of her—sin and innocence—were an addictive mix.
From my angle, I couldn’t see much of my cock entering her, but I didn’t miss the moment her hand slipped between her thighs. And I didn’t dare blink as she moved her fingers against the bundle of nerves. Her movements were tentative at first, but as I played with those pink nipples and whispered in her ear, telling her how good she felt, her ministrations became more confident. Firmer. Wilder. Uninhibited. It didn’t take long before I started to feel her tight, wet core spasming around my cock.