Pretty Perfect Toy -- A Temptation Court Novel (Temptation Court, Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

“But the forest was amazing too.”
    “Bullshit,” I return—before the breath leaves me as if he did deliver the kiss. By the powers. I am still a mess of shivering need, craving that kiss. Craving him…
    Even more now…
    He trails his mouth along the line of my jaw, into the dip behind my ear, down the tight strain of my neck. Knowing every spot that makes me tremble harder, gasp louder, wrap myself to him tighter… Ohhhh, don’t stop …
    “Amazing.” He issues it in a snarl, making it all too clear he is not to be debated this time. “All of you, Ella Santelle.” With one hand still spreading my most sensitive tissues, he raises the other to my nape, securing my head so I am angled back, compelled to gaze at the brutal determination on his face. “ You are amazing. The most incredible person I’ve ever known.” The force of his hold intensifies, responding to what must be the doubt on my face, before he grates, “Including her.”
    He does not elaborate. He does not have to. The words vibrate on the air between us as if he already has.
    Including Lily.
    His face gains a dozen new lines of harshness. Clearly, his belief in the words is absolute—and it frightens me.
    I bring a hand in, spread fingers along his jaw. “Cassian—”
    “Hush.”
    “But I do not expect—”
    “ Hush. ”
    This time, he backs it with a smash of his mouth—an assault injecting him into my blood, fusing him into my skin, and branding him into my senses until I possess no breath, sensation, or thought without him there. He is against me. Around me. Inside me.
    And still I need more.
    A message my body does not have to repeat. As always, the man simply knows—and delivers.
    Sweeps his tongue deeper in—as his fingers spread wider into me below.
    As his hips roll, and his erection throbs harder between our bodies.
    He groans.
    I gasp.
    He growls.
    I mewl.
    And the last six weeks fall away…replacing the agony of our abstinence with a flare as bright, perfect, and electric as the first time we ever drove our gazes into each other like this—
    And knew our bodies were soon to follow.
    I no longer yearn to soothe away the tension from his face. I scoop my fingers in, savoring all its magnificence. The forceful lines at the corners of his glittering eyes. The tension framing his nose, flared with the breaths of his arousal. Even the defined hills of his lips, parted to show me his locked, white teeth.
    The look intensifies as he pulls his hand from my sex—and redirects it between his own legs. In one twist, he unbuttons himself. In another, takes care of his zipper.
    Only then does my voice find its way past the brushfire of my arousal. “We—we cannot. Doctor Rudd said you needed six weeks after the shooting to—”
    “Fuck Doctor Rudd.”
    A heated breath staggers out as I watch him shove down his black briefs—and take his beautiful shaft in hand. “I would rather fuck you, Mr. Court.”
    “That can be arranged, Miss Santelle.” One side of his mouth kicks up in a grim smirk. Disappears beneath a sensual grimace, as he works the milky drops at his tip along his heavily veined length. “With one important change.”
    “Ch-change?” I struggle to remain focused. By the Creator…so much of this man is flawless, but his penis has to be the most perfect part of him. I have certainly not seen thousands in my lifetime—but growing up with a boy-crazy kinkster for a best friend has certainly yielded some special fringe benefits. After helping Vy ogle many on-line crotches, I can attest with certainty: Cassian Court’s cock is flawless in every single way.
    “Yes.” He wraps his fist around that long, stiff length and strokes, making himself harder, redder. “Don’t you remember?”
    I blink and attempt to shake my head—though at the moment, I barely remember I have a head, let alone coherent thoughts inside it. The cause turns hopeless as he slides back in, slotting his hard, commanding body into the welcoming