Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Her fingers bit into his shoulders as she struggled to decide what to do. Push him away or pull him closer? He read her easily.
“Tell me what’s happening in your mind right now, Solnyshkuh.” He swept his palm down her body from her breasts to her mound. All that satin-soft skin. Those feminine curves. “What are you afraid of?”
Her blue gaze searched his a little frantically. She gave the barest shake of her head.
“Be brave, Zelie. You’re always brave. Trust me to catch you.” There were little inviting drops of moisture caught in the fiery auburn curls guarding what he wanted. What he was determined to claim.
Cautiously, gently, he slipped one finger lower, swept it across her wet opening and went deep. He’d expected her to be tight, and she was, much tighter than he’d imagined. It was going to take some time to make her comfortable enough to take him. But she was hot and slick, her body reacting to his. There was no denying the chemistry between them.
She gasped at his invasion, her body jerking, but she settled when he turned his gaze on her.
“When I look at you, Azelie, when I see you like this, I feel like I’m drowning. I love the way your body responds to mine. I need that from you, and you give it to me without reservation.”
He’d been doing his best to convince her they belonged together, try to get her to fall in love with him, but somewhere along the line, when he didn’t even believe in love, he had fallen right off a cliff. Fallen hard. He hadn’t even realized just how much emotion he felt for her until that moment.
He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked the taste of her off, all the while holding her gaze captive with his. A shiver went through her. He savored that moment. Let her see how much she meant to him. How much he desired her.
Very gently he nuzzled her breasts, once again using the shadowy bristles along his jaw to stimulate her even more. He slid both hands, fingers splayed wide to take in as much of her as he could, shaping her feminine body, the lush curves, narrow rib cage and tucked-in waist. Claiming every inch of her. Showing her she belonged with him. He knew she was afraid, and she had every reason to be, but he had every intention of going slow. Taking his time. Doing sweet and loving to ease her into their world together.
“Andrii,” she sounded lost. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“That’s the beauty of this, baby. You don’t need to do anything at all but enjoy what I’m giving you.”
Once more, he kissed his way up to her mouth. That fantasy mouth. He loved kissing her, dreamt of kissing her, thought too much about it during the day. He poured the emotion he couldn’t speak of down her throat. Giving that to her. Making certain she felt it. He hadn’t considered that he would be the one to fall. He thought all along that he could hold back, that part of him would always remain aloof and above it. She would fall in love with him, and he would be safe from betrayal. From taking the chance that she would rip out anything that was left of his heart. There was no holding himself apart from her. Not a single chance. He was already gone.
He kissed her with real emotion, pouring his feelings for her into his kisses. He kissed her over and over, stripping himself bare, making himself totally vulnerable by showing her what she meant to him. He did so with what he was best at, only his kisses weren’t practiced perfection. For the first time they were real and intimate and meant something.
Her mouth moved under his, surrendering everything to him. She caught fire, completely detonated. The chemistry between them was explosive. She didn’t know it yet, but she belonged to him. She kept trying to pull back until he kissed her. It was then she completely gave herself to him.
His heart pounded. Thunder roared in his ears. Hot blood pumped through his veins. He caught fire right along with her. He found her nipple, tugging, rolling, catching her whispered moan in his mouth. He kissed his way to her breasts and then flicked her nipple with his tongue. Her entire body reacted to that brief, cautious takeover of her senses. He wanted to go slow and savor every reaction. He wanted to keep her in the moment, so she couldn’t get into her head and feel fear.
She liked what he was doing to her, arching just enough to give him better access and her complete approval. He took the invitation, pulling one breast into the heat of his mouth while he worked the other, tugging and rolling her nipple, gently at first and then with increasing pressure. All the while, he was aware of her every reaction. Breathing. Squirming. Moaning. He needed to know what she liked and didn’t like. What she feared but would try.