Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 108119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
If someone gave me a diagram of a woman, I could point out over twenty-two ways to get her off — with my tongue, a feather, my fingers, take your pick.
“You don’t have to—” She let out a gasp, gripping the edge of the granite, turning her hands white.
I chuckled darkly against her right thigh and bit. “I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t have to?”
“I’ve never, nobody has ever… done. This.”
“Tell me,” I asked gently before I dipped my tongue inside her and flicked.
Her entire body jerked.
“Tell me he never touched you like this, tell me nobody has ever touched you like this.”
“Never,” she rasped. “You.” That word was like a gunshot going off in my soul. “Only you, Andrei.”
“Me.” I flicked my tongue again, and gripped her by the ass, pulling her almost completely off the counter while I sat beneath her and sucked her off in the most primitive aggressive way I knew how.
With every ounce of energy I had in my physical body.
With my soul.
I used every weapon in my arsenal.
My tongue relaxed her, made her entire body quiver, my fingers splayed her open and teased every pink part of her.
I breathed her in.
Inhaled her scent.
Exhaled a heated breath against her sensitive swollen flesh.
“This is too much. It’s too much I can’t.” She gripped my hair.
I pulled back, slowing each stroke, licked her like she was chocolate and vanilla swirl.
“Oh, God.” She jerked against my face.
And I fucking drank.
Quenched my thirst on her orgasm.
And swore to do it again.
Her entire body quaked against me, her heartbeat pulsed against my tongue, and when I drew back, when the after effects finally settled… I gazed up at her, wiping my mouth down her thigh to her knee, and locked eyes with her. “I’m not even close to being full.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Alice
“What if I’m hungry?” I asked innocently, still fully exposed to Andrei with his swollen, wet mouth, his smug as hell mouth.
He smirked. “I’ll make you dinner.”
“Not that kind of food.”
“I’m spicier than you,” he fired back with an amused laugh.
“What? And I’m cake?”
“I didn’t get a good enough taste test. I’ll come back to you on that, once I feed you. The only rule is you have to sit on my face. Otherwise… no deal.”
I almost hid behind my own hands. “You…” I had nothing.
“Me.” He shrugged. “You like stir fry?”
I almost smacked him. “You can’t just say things like that out loud and then offer stir fry!”
“Fine.” He leaned in; his lips moved up my neck. “Steak?”
“Meat. I could do meat.” I reached for him.
He dodged me.
“When are we going to talk about the fact that this isn’t an even playing field?” I asked out loud while he moved around the kitchen island, still so obviously aroused I had trouble not staring.
The man was… incredible.
And he still had pants on.
Unbelievable.
I wasn’t attracted.
Was that the lie I was telling myself?
“It’s cute that you think there’s a chance things will ever be fair between you and me.” He seemed so amused I wanted to smack him.
“You can’t just do things like that to people and then just offer stir fry and then walk around so aroused you’ll probably poke your own eye out in the next five minutes!”
He barked out a laugh. “First off, if I was that hung, I’d be a horse. Second, I’m still in possession of both eyes, but it’s good to know you’re concerned.”
“I’m not.” I gritted my teeth, pulled up my leggings, and jumped off the counter in a final tug to get them to the right spot. “You’re avoiding this discussion.”
“I’m trying to feed you.” He moved around the kitchen, opened the fridge.
I slammed the door closed. “I’m not leaving.”
He sighed. “You think after that I’d let you?”
“What was your plan? Barring the door and chaining me to your bed?”
He leaned against the fridge, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. “Close. I was planning on chaining you to your bed and then feeding on you whenever I got edgy…”
“So, like every five minutes?”
He leaned in and whispered, “Three.”
“If I agree to that will you at least take off your gloves when you’re around me?”
He’d touched me intimately without gloves on.
And it hadn’t seemed hard.
Yet I knew it was. I knew it was painful.
I knew because Phoenix said it was.
Before I lost the nerve, I reached for his right hand and clutched it in mine.
He bit back a curse.
His entire body went stiff.
When he was in control it didn’t hurt him, that’s what I’d noticed, but when it was forced on him, he reacted.
I almost gave up then.
Because I knew that there was no way I could let him take control during sex, could I? I’d spent years being abused by a brother who tried everything under the sun to try to get it up so he could have sex with me, so he could debase me.