Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 727(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 727(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
She stood up and backed through the archway into her makeup chamber, which only seemed to invite him to stalk after her. The makeup chamber was smaller than her sitting room and had floor-to-ceiling mirrors on all four walls. There was a marble sink and a long counter and a makeup table with rows of lights. The bench was padded in a soft lavender. Even the ceiling was a mirror so she could view her hair from above.
Afanasiv looked enormous as he entered her very feminine space and closed the door behind him. She looked in the mirrors and saw him surrounding her. Her heart accelerated, and for no reason at all, her panties were suddenly very damp.
“Take your hair down.”
His voice was very low, a soft velvet, but there was no doubt that it was a command he was giving her. She’d spent time putting her hair up. It wasn’t that easy to tame it; she had a lot of hair. She hesitated, sure she wasn’t going to give in, but she wanted to. Her blood pounded through her veins, hot and wild, finding her clit and keeping a beat there. Her hands went to the pins in her hair, and she pulled them out one by one until the thick dark mass snaked down her back, falling free like a waterfall.
Afanasiv stepped into her, his large hand reaching for a handful of her hair, rubbing the strands between his fingers and thumb. “It’s softer than silk. So beautiful. When you’re lying naked waiting for me, I want to see your hair fanned out on the bed.”
He murmured it as he wrapped a length around his fist and dragged her closer. Leaning down, with his tongue, he flicked the spot where her pulse beat so frantically in her neck. His teeth grazed her skin gently, back and forth, and then his lips brushed kisses over the sting.
Pleasure shot through her, so intense an actual moan escaped before she could stop it. Her entire body trembled, and goose bumps rose on her skin. His palm cupped her chin, lifting her face to his. His lips brushed hers with exquisite gentleness. She leaned into him, unable to help herself. She had to taste him again. Heat rushed through her as his tongue slid along hers, and a million champagne bubbles seemed to explode in her mouth.
He groaned as he deepened the kiss, a sound that made her breasts feel swollen and achy. Her panties were soaked now, and she could barely think straight. He lifted his head, his eyes nearly a dark gold with lust burning over her. He’d never looked at her like that, and it made her feel weaker than ever. She curled her fingers in his shirt to keep upright, her breath coming in ragged pants.
“You’re still determined to keep me out of your head. Why? I wonder.” He released the fistful of hair and ran the pad of his thumb down the curve of her face. “What are you so afraid of, my lady?”
She should just tell him the truth. Get it over with. Taking a deep breath, she dropped her shields. I don’t respond properly to sex. There’s something wrong with me, and you are going to be very disappointed. It shamed her to admit it to him. She could be his partner in all things, but he would learn she was no more than a tease when it came to sex.
“You are my lifemate, Vasilisa. Sworn to my care and happiness.”
Those golden eyes darkened even more with undeniable lust. Her nipples hardened, feeling like twin points of fire rubbing against her bra.
“Turn around. Look at the mirror. I want you to follow my every command.”
Vasilisa couldn’t resist that mesmerizing voice. She wanted to do whatever he said. She had sworn to his care and happiness. She might not be able to be fulfilled, but she could see to his sexual needs. At least that would make her feel like she was worth something. In any case, just the way he was demanding she obey him aroused her for some strange reason. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her skin was flushed and her eyes were bright, almost dazed.
“Remove your robe.”
Her breath hitched. Her eyes met his in the mirror. She wore only her thong underwear and bra beneath her white robe. He was fully dressed. He didn’t command her again, but his eyes did. She found herself wanting to show him her body. Wanting him to see her breasts and hips. She had curves and she liked having them.
She opened the sash and let her robe pool on the floor at her feet, watching him in the mirror the entire time, needing to see his expression. His cock was very large in his trousers, bulging against the material. His golden gaze drifted possessively over her, taking in her curves as if he owned her body, making her feel almost dizzy with excitement.