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)
Afanasiv’s large hands cupped the cheeks of her bottom and began to knead them. His thumbs spread her cheeks apart as he massaged and kneaded, taking his time, as though memorizing the shape and feel of them. She was nearly sobbing with need, her body coiling tighter and tighter, and she didn’t have any understanding why. He paid no attention as she thrust back into his hands, exploring as one might a new toy, his expression serious and yet filled with that same dark lust that aroused her beyond anything she’d imagined.
Then he was on one knee, gripping her soaked panties and ripping them from her body with a quick jerk. The fabric tore easily. The sound not only made her jump, but fresh liquid teased her entrance, inviting him closer. She heard herself whisper his name in a plea. For what? She didn’t know. Only that her body felt on fire, and that tight spring inside her continued to coil past all sanity.
His hands moved up the outsides of her legs from her calves to her thighs. They were big and calloused and felt sensual on her skin. He pushed her legs farther apart and then kissed his way up her inner thighs, stopping just short of where she needed him to touch her.
She could see him in the mirror, that blond hair sliding over her skin, and she did sob his name, begging him this time. He stood up slowly, trailing his palm up her body, his fingers skimming up to her breasts. Again, his mouth went to the frantically beating pulse in her neck as he undid her bra and tossed it aside, spilling her aching breasts into the cool night air.
“Look at you, sívamet. So beautiful.”
He picked her up and placed her on the marble counter, his hands lifting her breasts as his mouth descended. She expected him to be rough. He barely touched her. He circled her tight nipple with just the tip of his tongue, featherlight, a slow easy burn that felt as if he were igniting a wildfire that had paused. Was on the brink. His finger moved on the other nipple, creating the same slow sensation. It was heaven. It was hell.
Vasilisa dared to look in the mirror. In all the mirrors. She’d never seen anything so sexy as looking at herself entirely naked with Afanasiv fully clothed. Her body was flushed, shaking with need. She could see liquid glistening between her legs as she rocked her hips urgently. Hot blood pounded in her clit. In her nipples. Still, that slow burn persisted until she thought she’d go mad. Without warning, he flicked her left nipple hard and bit down on her right one. She nearly exploded. So close. So close. She felt the tidal wave rush at her and then slide away before she captured it.
“Siv.” She gasped his name in desperation.
He murmured something against her breasts, rubbing his face over the curves, between them, and on the sides, so that the bristles on his jaw scraped the soft flesh. It was erotic and added to the burn that kept building and building inside of her. Whatever he said in his own language was murmured low and guttural, as if he were swearing to himself, and she found that also added to her heightened state of arousal.
Seeing him surrounding her in the mirrors, the monster bulging in his trousers, made her want to drop to her knees in front of him and worship his body the way he seemed to be worshiping hers.
He suddenly pressed a hand to her belly so she had to recline back on her elbows on the marble counter. He took each foot, kissed the sole and placed it carefully up by her bottom.
“What are you doing?” She could barely get the question out, she was shaking so much.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her belly button. “I’m going to devour you. Eat you until you remember who your lifemate is and you promise me you will never shut me out again.”
“But, Siv . . .” She wanted to protest, but she knew it wasn’t going to do any good. His eyes were pure gold. Turbulent. Relentless.
He spread his legs wider, his thighs twin columns of pure muscle as he loomed over her. Looping her legs over his arms, he spread her wider, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
“Look at you, so wet for me. I think you liked everything I did to you.”
She didn’t have time to assure him one way or the other. He lifted her body to his waiting mouth almost casually. She watched in the mirror, watched the harshly sensual expression on his face, the way the lines deepened, the way the gold smoldered and nearly burst into flames in his eyes.
Then he licked up the side of her thigh and over her throbbing clit. His tongue began that slow circle he’d done to her nipples, the one that drove her out of her mind. She tried to ride his mouth, but he held her firmly, easily, with his superior strength. His breath was hot, a steady stream that inflamed her even more. Then he licked her with a flat tongue and she nearly convulsed.