Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Stay, Ajax,” she whispered, her hands gentle as she stroked them down the sides of my neck. Everything about Grace was so damned soft, especially her touch.
My resolve slipped, but at least my vision had returned to normal when I opened my eyes. “I want you too badly to stay.”
“And I want you too much to let you leave.” She leaned in and kissed me.
I snapped.
Slanting my mouth over hers, I kissed her with complete and utter abandon, sinking my tongue behind her teeth with lush strokes. Hunger exploded in my veins, the need for her body equal to my craving for her blood. One taste hadn’t been enough.
She didn’t shy away, didn’t hesitate, oh no. Her tongue was relentless against mine, her hands stripped off my shirt, her thighs tightened around my waist when I leaned her against the wall at the base of the steps.
“I’m scared I’ll hurt you.” It was the most honest I could be, the most honest I’d ever been with any lover. I’d never been on edge like this, never warred with my own common sense, never doubted my ability to remain in complete control.
“You could never hurt me.” She pulled back from my kiss, her eyes flaring as she stared down my torso, her eyes lingering on every tattoo, especially the one above my heart I’d carried with me for nearly a thousand years. “You are too perfect to really exist.” Her touch set fire to every inch of my skin as she explored my chest.
“I often think the same exact thing about you.”
“Take me to bed.” Her gaze met mine, glazed with want.
“Grace…” I groaned, my cock twitching, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. She had to understand, had to know exactly how close I was to fucking losing it when it came to her. “If I take you up these stairs, I’ll be inside you within minutes. Not my fingers, not my tongue, my cock.” And my fangs. Even now they ached, the pleasure of holding Grace only tempered by the pain of holding them at bay.
“Promise?” She smiled, and every muscle in my body clenched.
“Fuck.” I slammed my mouth over hers, kissing her, consuming her, laying claim one inch at a time as I walked us up the stairs, our lips never parting. I wanted to kiss this woman every night for the rest of my life, she was that responsive, that sweet, that addictive.
She kicked off her shoes as we moved down the hallway and had my belt undone by the time we got to her bedroom door.
I fumbled with the doorhandle—actually fumbled, that’s how addled I was—and she stripped off her blouse, letting it fall to the floor as I got the door open.
“Beautiful,” I mumbled into her cleavage, kissing the tops of her breasts as I carried her to her bed. I laid her down on top of the covers, then flicked on the bedside lamp. “I want to see every expression on that gorgeous face when I take you.”
Her back arched as I kissed a path down her chest, and her moan made my fangs punch down as I licked over the rise of her nipple under the pale lace of her bra. A flick of my fingers behind her back and the lace hit the floor, leaving her skin deliciously bare.
“So fucking perfect.” I took turns worshiping each breast, bringing the tips to hard, rosy peaks.
She reached for me and I groaned as I settled between her thighs. There was something so incredibly right about the way she fit against me, the way she smelled, the way she tasted. Everything about her felt like home.
She felt like she was mine.
My instincts purred, settling enough for me to enjoy every inch of her skin that I kissed along her ribs, the plane of her stomach. It was as if the predator inside me quieted, knowing he’d finally get what he wanted…what we both needed.
I grazed my fangs along the curve of her hip and she gasped, her hips bucking as her fingers tangled in my hair.
“Everything about you is fucking intoxicating, Grace.” I locked eyes with her as I unzipped her jeans, watching for any hesitation, scenting that her arousal didn’t decline as I drew them down over her ass.
She arched her hips to help.
The jeans joined her bra on the floor, and a few seconds later, so did the scrap of fabric she called underwear.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Having her under my mouth, her soft thighs wrapped around my head hadn’t begun to do the woman justice. She was every fantasy come to life.
I was going to devour every fucking inch of this woman.
“The things I want to do to you.” The words came out as a growl.
She sat up with a grin and reached for me, her fingers coasting down the lines along the sides of my abs before I caught her wrists. Lunging forward, I pinned her arms above her head as I put her on her back.