Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
The dual sensation of being penetrated and stimulated at the same time was overwhelming. Kaitlyn found she was panting—her fingers scrabbling against the wet marble wall for purchase.
And all the while, Braze—who was usually so taciturn and silent—was talking to her, his voice a constant, dirty prayer pouring into her ear.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take my fingers,” he growled, his voice a rough vibration against her neck as his fingers curled deep inside her. “Nice and deep—open up for me.”
Kaitlyn gasped—a sharp, needy sound in her own ears.
“Braze…!” she moaned.
His name was a plea and a prayer. She pushed back against him, trying to take him deeper, her own hips moving in a frantic rhythm against his hand.
“Your soft little cunt is so tight, so perfect,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. He added a third finger, stretching her exquisitely, and she cried out, her nails scraping the marble. “I’ve wanted this…wanted you since the first time I saw you, baby.”
“You have me,” she panted, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. Her head lolled back on his shoulder. “God, you have me…I’m so close.”
“I know you are, Mistress. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” His praise was a dark rumble in her ear as his thumb pressed against her clit, circling with pinpoint precision. “Let go for me, baby. Come for me. I need to feel you shake apart in my arms.”
“I’m close…I’m so close…” she moaned, the spring in her belly winding impossibly tight. Her entire world had narrowed to the heat of his chest against her back…the scent of soap and steam…and the devastating skill of his hand between her legs as he rumbled those sweet, dirty words into her ear.
“I love how you get so wet for me.” He pumped his fingers slowly, letting her feel every deliberate stroke—every movement. “My good girl. My perfect Mistress.”
That did it. The combination of praise and his knowing touch shredded Kaitlyn’s last shred of control.
“Braze—I’m coming!” she moaned as the orgasm tore through her—a white-hot detonation that shattered her thoughts into sparks. She cried out, her hips bucking, her body shaking and helpless in the circle of his arms. Her knees buckled—completely useless—and she started to go down.
Braze’s arm banded around her waist, pulling her back against him, holding her upright as the waves of pleasure crashed through her.
“Easy, Mistress,” he murmured into her ear, his voice thick with satisfaction and care. His fingers were still inside her, gentling now, drawing out the last pulses of devastating pleasure. “It’s all right. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
Kaitlyn went boneless against him, spent and trembling, the water washing over them both. She felt clean and safe. The only marks left on her were the one on her ankle, and the new, searing brand of Braze’s possession on her soul.
She never wanted this night with her Protector to end.
21
BRAZE
Gods, he loved making her come.
The feeling was a drug—a fire in his veins. Holding her curvy, trembling body against his, feeling her inner muscles clench rhythmically around his fingers as she came—it was a fantasy he’d replayed in his mind a thousand times since the moment he’d first laid eyes on her.
To be of such intimate service, to be the one trusted to bring her pleasure, to witness the fierce beauty of her surrender… it was everything. It was more than duty to him—it was the worship of his own personal goddess.
But he wanted more—he hoped desperately that their night together wasn’t over. He hoped she would allow him to continue serving her, pleasing her—proving his devotion in the most fundamental way a male could.
Finally, Kaitlyn stirred in his arms. Her shaking had subsided into gentle tremors, then into a boneless relaxation. She turned within the circle of his embrace, her slick skin sliding against his. She tilted her head up, her eyes still hazy with pleasure, and pulled him down.
Their lips met.
It was their first kiss and Braze wanted to take his time. Her mouth was soft and yielding, tasting of cinnamon and salt and her. His entire world narrowed to that point of contact and a wave of pure, undiluted pleasure went from his lips straight to his cock, which was still trapped, painfully hard, by the damn cock ring.
It throbbed fiercely, a demand and a promise, as he kissed her back, deepening the connection, his tongue sliding into her mouth to taste her more fully. He poured every ounce of his long-restrained hunger for her into that kiss as well as his relief that she was well and safe, his awe of her beauty and perfection, and his desperate, secret love.
When she broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice husky. Her eyes searched his face. “That was… beyond anything I’ve ever felt with any man before.”