Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Oh, my.
This is a very intimate position to be in with a man whose name I just learned.
Before I can think about that too much, he says, “Sing for me, songbird,” then his mouth latches on my pussy again.
For a split second I can’t figure out if he means that literally or not, but I’m too swiftly swept up in the pleasure of his mouth on me to obey even if he did.
It only takes me a moment to hear it, though: my gasping intro, moaning my way through the first verse, a chorus of helpless noises leading to a bridge of needy cries. The song keeps playing until my thighs are shaking and I can scarcely draw a breath. I grab the mattress to keep from coming apart even while thrusting my hips closer, begging for him to unravel me.
“Please,” I whine helplessly.
He’s been toying with me, but at my plea, his grip on me tightens and he focuses his attention right where I need it.
“Oh, yes,” I say on a gasp, my body trembling and twisting. But his grip is firm, and even though my instinct is to pull away, he doesn’t let me get far. He holds me in place and makes me take it even when I feel like I’m on the brink of insanity.
And then I fall over the edge, and I can’t contain all the pleasure unleashed inside me. I cry out, my body arching and my hands clutching at the bed to ground me, but I don’t really want to come down.
I’m still drifting blissfully when Killian shifts positions, his lean, muscular frame coming down on top of me. I’m too dazed to feel alarmed like I’m sure I should, but then he sinks his fingers into my hair and kisses the hell out of me.
Killian’s fingers tangle in my hair, caressing my scalp as he explores every inch of me with his mouth. I can taste myself on his lips, and it should feel sordid, but he makes it feel intimate instead.
This is heaven.
I don’t get the sense he’s fully satisfied when he stops kissing me, but I sure am. When his perfect lips linger near my mouth, I wish I knew him well enough to joke that he should be careful about kissing me like that unless he wants me to fall in love with him, but… well, he really should.
I don’t want to freak him out, so I keep that quip from spilling out of my mouth.
Damn, he knows how to kiss.
I have a hunch that whatever his “body count” may be, Killian is a dangerous man with a trail of broken hearts behind him. And I have a worse hunch that if I’m not careful, mine could easily join the lineup.
I’ve been in a relationship with someone who never experienced this level of intimacy with me, and Killian convinced me to let him have it within hours of meeting me.
Dangerous.
Then he moves behind me on the bed, pulls my body close, and locks his strong arms around me to keep me there. He nuzzles me like he genuinely cares about me, and even though I know he doesn’t, it feels like he does when his lips find my neck.
His kisses are soft this time, and when he reaches the back of my neck, his lips graze a particularly sensitive spot and send shivers of pleasure dancing down my spine.
I sigh with pleasure, my whole being like putty in his hands. I have no defense against him. None at all. If he took advantage of my pliancy and fucked me right now, I wouldn’t have it in me to stop him.
He finally lets me settle in and stops stimulating my body, but I know I only have this reprieve because he’s choosing to give it to me.
I think I should feel less comfortable with a man so tempting, but somehow, lying here with a man I know is more dangerous than any I’ve ever encountered before, I feel safer than I ever have in my whole life.
Chapter Eleven
Brynn
I don’t know what time it is.
The room is dark, but the curtains are the type to block out light. Still, I can see it’s dark outside.
Killian fell asleep, and I almost did, too, but since I have to be up early in the morning, I asked if he could set an alarm for me since I don’t have my phone.
He mumbled something dismissive and rolled over. He didn’t set an alarm.
Then I couldn’t fall asleep because I wasn’t sure what to do. I needed him to wake up and set his alarm. I considered grabbing his phone and trying to do it myself, but he likely has a passcode.
Then I started thinking about my phone.
The fact that I turned my passcode off before I went to the party. I tried to ignore Stacie’s warnings about her bad feelings, but then I thought about how dumb I would feel if she was right. Even though I didn’t think she was, I decided to unlock my phone just in case I needed to get into it quickly.