Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
When she slowly comes back to Earth, I look at her flushed face and the satisfaction I see in her beautiful eyes makes me feel like a fucking king.
I claim her mouth, kissing her because if I don’t do something, I’m going to strip down and fuck her hard and in a way that she’ll never forget who owns her body.
angelina
. . .
Oh my God.
My first real orgasm. I had some before my attack, of course. They were given to me by my vibrator—a cute small, purple, vibrating wand I named Simon. I love to read, and Simon was the sexiest character ever invented. I’m a Bridgerton fan and I like to fantasize, what can I say? That name has only gotten sexier after the TV show premiered. That was some terrific casting—that’s all I have to say.
My wand bends and curls anyway I want to move it and although I think it was made for the umm… the backdoor area, I used it only on the front because it got the job done and rather quickly.
I loved Simon, but I threw him out after my attack. Sex is the last thing I’ve had on my mind. Still, I thought sex could never live up to the pleasure that Simon gave me back then. I was wrong. So wrong. Honestly, I know whatever you could call what Victor and I just did, wasn’t what he wanted. If I can get past my hang-ups, it will be much better. At this point, I’m pretty sure it will be so good that it might kill me. That’s how much faith I have in Victor’s abilities.
“Gia?” he whispers. It’s then that I realize my eyes have closed. I should open them and look at him. Eventually, I will. Right now, I need another couple of minutes to contemplate how Victor just rocked my world and how things might change now.
“Mm…” I hum.
“Kitten, look at me,” he responds, his voice tender. I think I even hear humor.
“I don’t want to. I need a few minutes to review how you just killed me.”
“I didn’t kill you,” he denies, and this time I definitely hear the laughter in his words.
“I’m pretty sure you did.”
“Look at me, Gia,” he huffs, sounding so sweet that I force myself to look at him.
“What?” I grumble, while thinking that this man is the most beautiful person on the face of the planet. He should be against the law. He’s that spectacular.
“Are you okay?”
“You mean besides being dead?” I ask him.
I don’t know where I’m finding my bravado. Maybe sharing this with him has freed me in a way. I’m not ready for more, but there’s something about proving that I can still be a woman—a woman a man I care about wants—that is freeing.
“You’re not dead,” he chuckles and then he ruins the perfection of the moment by taking his hand away from me. I look down at his hand and I’m pretty sure I turn beet red when I see how wet his fingers are.
Well, that’s kind of mortifying.
“Victor,” I start to say something snarky to him, but I stop when he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them inside. Holy shit.
“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart. Soon, I’m going to eat you out so I can taste you while you’re coming.”
“I…uh…”
His grin deepens.
“I have no idea what to say to you right now,” I finally exhale, unable to find even one wall to hide behind.
He bends down and kisses me quick and hard. I want more, but it seems apparent that he’s not going to give it to me. When Victor pulls back, it almost feels like he doesn’t want to. He dips back down to kiss my lips once more in a chaste kiss that just leaves me wanting more.
“Do you want to clean up or are you good?” he finally asks.
I frown. I’m wet. I came hard. I can still feel it sliding out of me and trickling against my thighs. “Um… I probably should,” I squeak, blushing for the millionth time tonight.
He grins at me. “Go get it done. When you come back, I’ll take a shower.”
“A shower?” He nods, a crease forming on his forehead. “But you just showered this morning.”
He smirks. “Yeah, but my woman just came for me the first time. My cock is hard as granite and my balls hurt. I figure you’d rather me take care of myself in the shower instead of our bed while you watch.”
“I could, I mean with my hand…” I’m so flustered I can’t get the words out. This is something I never imagined having to face. I want to, a part of me hungers to make Victorio come. Unfortunately, there’s a bigger part of me worried I’ll freeze up and ruin the night.