Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“I never want to make you uncomfortable,” he says, easily reading my tumultuous emotions. “But I’ve wanted you for far too long, and I fully intend to claim another kiss by the end of the night.”
I blink up at him, shocked at his fierce declaration and undeniably wet from his confident bearing.
He offers me an arrogant smirk. “I’m glad we’re in agreement.”
My mouth goes dry, and my tongue wets my lips. He follows the nervous gesture with those keen, forest green eyes, and his nostrils flare like a predator that’s caught my scent.
“You’re very self-assured.” I manage a breathy remark.
“And you like that.” His smile tilts into something a touch wicked. “You chose the dark god, Abigail. I know your secret now.”
It takes effort to conjure up a dismissive laugh and a shrug. “You’re making a lot of assumptions. Maybe you’re the one who likes the darker aspects of Addie LaRue.”
His green eyes spark, and his smile sharpens. “We’re a good match.”
I resist the urge to squirm at his intense scrutiny. He’s looking at me with carnal hunger, and I feel like I might as well be naked before him.
I glance away from his unbearably intent gaze and look out at the park. The shadows are lengthening, and sky has begun to blush a soft shade of pink. I’m hyperaware of the scene, and I imprint the color palette onto my memory so that I can paint it later. Expressing the whirlwind romance of this date on my canvas rather than a cathartic purge of the darkness in my soul will be a welcome respite when I go to my easel tonight.
The quiet between us can’t be described as companionable; the humid air practically sizzles on my skin at the heat that’s building between us. Desire dances along my spine, tiny sparks of arousal that tease and torment me. He draws out each moment of delicious anticipation. I’m immersed in the unnatural vibrancy of our surroundings, and the rest of my attention is completely harnessed by the physical sensations he elicits from my body.
I feel alive in a way I’ve never experienced before, and I crave more.
I’m almost trembling with sensual awareness, as though all of my nerves are hypersensitive. The barest flex of his fingers around mine draws a soft gasp from my chest, and his sexy smirk tilts in response.
Dane is confident to the point of arrogance, but I can’t deny that his cocky smile makes me melt inside. And that confidence is well-deserved, judging by the way I’m drinking him in like the most compelling work of art I’ve ever seen. He’s utterly gorgeous and hypnotically alluring, and it’s more than just his good looks. The air of easy authority I’ve sensed in him draws me in.
I don’t hear you begging yet.
I could easily see myself falling to my knees for this man. Worshipping his perfection like he’s my own personal god.
He lowers his face to mine slowly, his stunning eyes searching mine for silent invitation. When his lips are an inch from mine, he pauses, his heat teasing across my mouth. I’m not sure if he’s allowing me to make the final move, or if he’s relishing toying with me, but his motives don’t matter. I can’t resist the magnetic pull between us, and I arch up to meet him.
His lips are just as soft and sensual as I remember, and he caresses me with a tender kiss, coaxing me to open for him. I soften on a sigh, melting into him. My arms twine around his shoulders for support, and I cling to him as he claims my mouth deeply enough to take my breath away.
My mind begins to spin, and I’m swept up in the delicious heat of his powerful body and the sure, seductive strokes of his tongue against mine.
One broad hand pins my lower back so that I’m pressed tightly against his hard abs. His other eases up my nape, long fingers pressing firmly at the base of my skull. The confident hold makes me flower open for him on a low moan, and his answering growl of desire vibrates through my body.
The masked man’s fierce growl rumbles through me, vibrating all the way to my core. My clit pulses, and my labia are wet with desire. My entire body softens and submits, preparing to accommodate my attacker so that he can slake his lust.
All my muscles lock up tight, and I freeze in Dane’s arms. I’m still melded close to his body, caged by his strong hands.
Desire shudders through me at the sensation of being trapped and helpless.
My stomach lurches, and I jerk away from him. For a fleeting instant, his fingers contract, nipping into my flesh in a punishing hold.
But his grip eases so quickly that I think I must’ve imagined it as part of my perverted fantasy. He allows me to step away and gasp in a breath of salty ocean air.