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)
"Damn," he whistles. "You're even more beautiful from this angle."
"Jareth."
"I mean it, Zoya." He taps my hip, drawing me toward him. "Lift your leg over my shoulder. Hold onto the wall for support if you need it." His eyes glitter in the moonlight. "Don't let anyone hear you screaming."
Oh, my god…
I obey his instructions with my heart in my throat and a moan tumbling from my lips. The sheet metal is cool beneath my palm as I brace against it, but Jareth? He's hard heat, warm breath, and bad intentions between my legs as he tugs my shorts to the side, his gaze locked between my legs.
"Goddamn, princess," he breathes like he's looking at a masterpiece. "I can't wait to see you sprawled across my bed in the daylight, where I can see every inch of you."
I clutch his hair with my free hand, trying not to lose my mind even though he's barely touched me. It's him, though. It's the way he looks at me, the way he speaks to me, the things he says to me. It's like he knows I'm his, and he fucking loves it.
"Don't scream," he reminds me before yanking me closer to his mouth.
I choke on a moan at the first touch of his tongue to my clit. At the way he growls like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. At the possessive way he holds onto me, his fingers digging into my flesh.
He licks me from top to bottom, groaning like he's in heaven. But I'm the one floating above the clouds. With the mountains on one side, the ocean on the other, grapevines all around us, and his mouth wrecking me, I'm on some plane of existence that shouldn't be real.
"Fucking hell, you taste so goddamn good," he growls, rapidly flicking his tongue against my clit before he drags it lower.
I groan his name, pulling his hair as he pushes the tip of it into me, teasing me with it. I can't fight the sound when he pushes it deeper, using his hands on my waist to rock me.
I understand what he wants and roll my hips, fucking his face.
He practically purrs against me in response, lapping at me like he's been starving for my taste. I gasp and shiver, clinging to reality by the skin of my teeth.
He rips that away with his teeth riding across my clit. The sharp sting blooms to pleasure, leaving me sobbing his name.
"That's it," he growls as I rock against him again, using my hold on his hair as leverage to help me move. "Fuck my face just like that, baby. Don't stop."
I can't stop. God help us both, but I don't think any force on earth could stop me from chasing the thrill right now. It's too damn good, like ecstasy poured directly into my veins. I feel him everywhere, igniting every nerve ending.
I fly over the edge with a soft shout, my legs buckling beneath me.
He grunts, wrapping his arms around me to keep me upright as he keeps going, licking me through the aftershocks pinging through my system.
By the time he finally releases me, I can't even breathe. I'm just a bundle of panting, shaking bliss.
"Did that feel good, princess?" he asks, pulling me down into his arms.
I curl up with my face buried in his throat, my heart still pounding. "Yes," I manage to whisper.
"Tasted good too." He brushes his lips across my crown, holding me tightly. For long moments, we stay just like that, locked together in the grass and dirt, the shed hiding us from view.
I feel like I should say something, but I don't know what to say.
Please don't break me feels a little too real. Perhaps because I'm coming to realize that this is real. That he has a power over me that no one ever has before. And that scares the shit out of me and doesn't scare me nearly enough at the same time.
"Did you come out here for this?" he asks, breaking the silence between us.
"No." I pause. "Yes." A soft breath huffs from my lips. "I don't know."
He tips my head back, forcing me to look at him. "What are you so afraid of, Zoya?"
"Nothing," I lie, before the truth immediately follows. "Everything. How much do you know about Nadia and Teo?"
"Not much."
"They've been in love forever," I whisper. "Like, even as kids, everyone knew they were going to end up together. But Teo decided to leave high school early when he was given a spot on the football team at UT for the next season, and it tore them apart. Nadia was devastated. When he came home for Christmas that year, they got into a big fight. She ran out of there and ended up in a car accident."
"Jesus," he whispers. "I'd heard about the accident, but not everything else."