The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

“Don’t move.” Casteel shot me a heated look, and I
froze. He withdrew the all-too-familiar leather-bound book.
Straightening, he cracked it open. “Pick a page, my Queen.”
Was he going to read to me? “I…I don’t know. 238.”
“238, it is.” He found the page and then turned the book
over to me. “Read to me. Please?”
I stared at him.
“It would be so very difficult for me to enjoy my dinner
and read at the same time,” he coaxed, eyes glimmering.
“Or is reading this out loud too scandalous for you?”
It was, but the challenge in his tone provoked me.
Letting go of the desk, I snatched the damnable book from
his hand. “You really want me to read this to you?”
“You have no idea how badly I want to hear you say
words like cock.” His hands settled on my knees.
I glanced at the page, quickly searching for the word
and found it. Damn it. Damn him, and—I gasped as his lips
skated over the scar on my inner thigh.
“You’re not reading.” He kissed the rough skin. “Or are
you that distracted already?”
I sort of was, but I forced myself to focus on the first line
and immediately regretted it. “‘His…his manhood was thick
and proud as he stroked it, enjoying the feeling of his own
hand, but not as much as—’” I jerked as his lips danced over
my very center.
“Keep reading,” he ordered, his words sending a dark
and hot shiver through my core.
My gaze darted back to the page. “‘But not as much as I
enjoyed watching him pleasure himself. He worked himself
until the tip of his…’” My entire body trembled as his hot,
wet tongue slipped over me. “‘Until the tip of his proud,
his… his proud cock glistened.’”
A deep sound rumbled from him, causing my toes to
curl. “I’m sure there’s more.” His tongue danced over my
flesh. “What does he do with that proud, glistening cock of
his, Poppy?”