Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I spin her around, pinning her against the harvester with her cheek against the cool metal. Her zipper comes down this time, giving me room to work as I nudge her legs apart, kissing all over the back of her neck.
She writhes against me as I fuck her with my fingers, going harder just like she did last night. The sounds are enough to drive me wild. It's a symphony of her whimpers and moans colliding with the wet suck of her dripping cunt around my fingers as I pump them into her, desperate to make her fall apart for me.
"Is this hard enough, princess?" I groan, grinding my dick against her ass. I'm so fucking hard it's actually painful, but that'll have to wait. Right now is about her. It's about breaking down those walls of hers and proving to her that she wants me just as badly as I want her. It's about gaining a foothold in her soul, one she can't kick me out of even if she tries.
And we both know she's going to try. She's going to fight like hell until she runs out of fight. It's who she is. It's what she does. Zoya Mikhail doesn't fall easily. If I want her heart, I'll have to go to war for it. That's fine with me. So long as it's mine when the dust settles, I'll fight whatever battles I need to fight.
"Is this how you fucked your perfect little hand while you were trying not to let me hear you moaning my name last night, Zoya?"
"Yes!" she cries, her head falling back against my shoulder. "God, yes, Jareth. Don't you dare stop."
"Don't plan on it. Not until you're all wrung out." I nip her ear, curling my tongue around the shell of it before planting my lips against it. "Not until you know you're mine."
"I'm n-n-not… Oh, sweet Jesus."
"You aren't what? Aren't in heaven right now?" I bite the side of her throat, sucking hard. I hope like hell it leaves a mark. "Aren't losing your mind over me? Aren't mine?" I soothe the bite with a flick of my tongue, curling my fingers up to stroke her G-Spot again. "Little liar."
"Jareth…"
"Say it, princess. Go ahead and lie to me again."
But she can't. She's too far gone to form the lie this time. All she can do is whimper and moan my name as I play with her, dragging her right to the edge of an orgasm.
"You belong to me, Zoya," I growl against her ear. "You know it. I know it. Soon enough, everyone else will too."
"Oh, God!" she cries, shattering apart in my arms so damn beautifully. Her inner muscles clamp down on my fingers as she goes off like fireworks, detonating with a stifled cry of ecstasy.
I work her through it, petting her pretty little clit until she's mewling in my arms, her cheek plastered to the harvester and her knees trembling. Only when the last aftershock rips through her do I slowly pull my fingers out of her, bringing them to my lips.
I crane her head back, forcing her to watch me as I suck one and then the other into my mouth, licking her juices from them.
She whimpers again, her eyes glossy and dazed.
"Damn, my girl tastes good," I groan, holding her gaze.
She blushes bright red, squeezing her eyes closed as if that'll block me out. We both know it won't work, though. Just like nothing she's tried so far has worked. I'm stuck in her head. I'm under her skin. Exactly where the fuck I should be.
But I've pushed enough for now.
"If I catch you out here alone again, the same thing is going to happen, Zoya."
"Jareth…"
I brush my lips across her cheek before carefully stepping back. "Behave, princess."
I don't give her time to respond before I turn and stroll away, trying like hell to put a little distance between us before I overstay my welcome and send her running again. I don't want that. The only place she should be running is right into my arms.
We'll get there.
"You're late," Ma says as soon as I step over the threshold into my childhood home. She flings her arms around me in a fierce hug. "I had to threaten your dad and your brother to keep them from eating your food."
"Sorry, Ma," I murmur, kissing her cheek. "I had something to take care of this morning."
Her eyes shine with happiness as she tips her head back to look up at me. "Was it a girl?"
"Jesus, Ma," I groan, shaking my head as we bypass the living room, heading for the kitchen.
"I'm just asking!" she cries defensively. "Arwen and Granger won't give me another grandbaby. I need you or your brother to step it up."
I glance over her head, meeting my father's gaze. "A little help here?" I ask