Come Undone – Love Bites Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Kink, Novella, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
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"I'm going to kiss you now," he says.

"Please," I sob.

The last vestiges of worry in his eyes vanish, leaving nothing but wicked intent in their place. He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me up against him.

His lips descended on mine, his kiss warm and soft.

"Open for me, sweetheart," he demands, flicking his tongue against my bottom lip.

I obey his request, pressing my mouth to his and allowing him inside. He cups the back of my neck, angling my head as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding sinuously against mine.

"Mm," he groans into my mouth, pulling me closer as my knees buckle.

I gasp, feeling him everywhere. He feels even better than I imagined he would, hard muscles molding to my softer curves in all the right places. My mind spins from his kiss. It's steam and cinnamon coursing through my veins like a shot of adrenaline.

He pulls back slowly, running his lips along my jaw and onto my throat. His words from the night before echo in my mind, pulling a moan from my lips at the thought of him marking me. I want him to do it. Desperately.

"Granger, please. I want you."

"Are you wet for me, Arwen?" he breathes against my ear, his hands moving to the folds of my towel.

"Yes," I whisper as he rakes his teeth across my throat. Shards of pleasure lance through me, threatening to unmake me. This is really happening. Granger is Tex, and he's really here.

The towel slides from my body, leaving me bare to his questing hands. They work in counterpoint to his mouth—soft lips at my throat, big, rough hands gliding across my damp skin.

My hands land against his broad shoulders, steadying me as he brushes across my nipples and palms my breasts. His mouth follows, pulling first one and then the other nipple between his lips and sucking hard.

I cry out in pleasure at the deep draw of his mouth.

"I know what you need," he croons, lifting his head and urging me back toward my bed. "I know how you need it. Let me give it to you."

I nod willingly, allowing him to draw me down to the bed. My eyes lock on his face as he stares down at me, his expression ravenous. Each sweep of his eyes across my body have me writhing atop the bed. I don't have to ask to know he finds me beautiful. It's written right there on his face.

"Spread your legs and let me see that pretty pussy, baby doll," he murmurs. "Let me see how wet you are for me."

My legs fall open slowly, exposing me to the man who already knows my body so well. He coaxed my deepest desires from me with nothing more than words whispered through the telephone. Learned every fantasy I have with little more than sinful questions and soft growls of satisfaction at each answer willingly given. The thought of him putting that knowledge to use has me more worked up now than I ever was over the phone.

His gaze rakes down my body again, leaving little fires in their wake. "Yes," he groans when his heated gaze finally settles between my legs. He reaches out slowly and runs a thick finger through my soaked folds. "So goddamn wet," he murmurs, bringing his finger to his lips to taste me.

I writhe when he growls and sucks his finger clean.

"I'm going to make you taste like me before you leave this bed, Arwen," he says. The erotic promise echoes in his eyes. "I'm going to fuck you hard, just like you need, little one. Are you on birth control?"

"No."

"If you don't want my kid, you better tell me now, sweetheart," he says. "Otherwise, I'll be breeding you when I pop that cherry."

"I…" Oh my gosh. Is it wrong how badly I want that?

"Yeah, you want it," he says with a chuckle.

"Please," I whimper. I don't care if it's wrong. I want it. I'm dying to feel him inside of me, bare. Breeding me. I've wanted it for days already. I'm tired of waiting.

"First, I'm going to make you come on my tongue." He drops to his knees at the edge of the bed and grasps my hips, dragging me forward until my ass hangs off the bed.

I moan at his touch—not too gentle and not too rough.

"I've wanted this since you opened the door that first morning." He drapes my thighs brazenly across his broad shoulders and blows on my clit. I nearly come unglued at the sensation. "I wanted to make you scream for me." His eyes meet mine again as he leans forward and inhales deeply. "Scream for me now, little one," he growls, burying his face between my thighs.

His tongue does to me what his words did over the phone. Only it's a thousand times better. He devours me, plunging his tongue deep and then pulling back to suck my clit into his mouth. His hands are like vises on my hips, digging into the flesh of my ass and spreading me wide open for him.


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