Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
“In that case, dear wife, it’s better we give them something fun to remember us by.”
And then his lips crash to mine.
18
AVA
Aburst of white stars explodes behind my eyelids as demanding, harsh lips claim mine in an abandon of fiery passion.
For a moment, my spinning head is so disoriented that I believe I’m in a strange dream.
But would I feel his heavy weight on top of me if it were? Would my stomach cramp at the sensation of his abs flexing and growing taut with every nip at my lips?
My mouth opens of its own accord—I blame the shocking turn of events—and he plunges his tongue between my teeth. It’s a mess of biting, twisting, and sucking my soul through my lips.
He's kissing me.
After years of rejecting and humiliating me through a kiss, Eli King is the one who’s kissing me right now.
And it’s not a mere kiss. It’s a possessive claim that’s brimming with simmering darkness.
It strikes me with a stunning realization that Eli has the ability to perform every action with eclectic intimidation. And while he’s controlled in everything, down to how many breaths he releases per minute, there’s a raw quality about his kiss. The brush of his lips and the tug of his teeth are beautifully unrefined and abundantly unhinged.
He nibbles on my bottom lip and sinks his teeth into the soft cushion. I tense, expecting the bite, the blood, the humiliation, but he sucks on the assaulted skin and conquers my tongue again.
Like a savage.
The sloppy sound of our clashing echoes in the air like a chilling aphrodisiac.
I try to think why I should stop this, and while I fail miserably, my shaky hands lift to his chest in a half-arsed attempt to put an end to this or at least slow him down.
He’s too intense. Too hard-core. I think he’ll suck me dry and leave me hollow.
Still feasting on my mouth, Eli gathers both my wrists in one hand and slams them above my head. Over the cold pages of a book.
His other hand wraps around my throat in a vise grip until I feel my swallows against his palm.
A shock wave of desire rushes through my starved limbs and pools between my thighs. I rub them together in search of much-needed friction, half -amazed, half -horrified at how little it took to work me into a frenzy.
All of a sudden, Eli wrenches his mouth away from mine. Every fiber of my being mourns the loss and I dart my tongue to lick my lips. I taste metal as I catch a glimpse of his reopened cut lip.
My pants echo in the air and my skin prickles and throbs as if I’ve undergone a ruthless workout. Eli, on the other hand, breathes deeply and heavily, still looming over me with apprehensive power.
I want to sink my claws into that control and mess it all up.
Mess him all up.
It’s only fair after he irrevocably ruined me.
“Is that all?” I try to sound nonchalant, which is partly a failure due to my trembling, slightly husky voice. “I’m kind of disappointed.”
“Shut the fuck up, Ava.” His rough voice echoes around us as he watches me with an edge of dangerous intent.
Apparently, I threw all of my survival instincts out the window, because I wiggle underneath him and whisper, “Or what? You’ll make me?”
A deep growl rips from his throat and sends a chill of dread and want through me. “Don’t test me when I’m barely stopping myself.”
“Stopping yourself from what?” I slide up and down again, this time opening my legs farther and rubbing my inner thigh against his erection.
His face tightens, the mask cracking around the edges and revealing a hint of the man I want to reach. “You don’t want to know.”
“Oh, I definitely do. There’s nothing I want to know more than what goes on in that head of yours. Go ahead, humor me.”
“What will I get in return?”
I smile sweetly. “My cooperation?”
His darkened gaze falls to my swollen lips, and any attempts at sarcasm fall flat. I grow hotter and stickier at his vicious, undivided attention, squirming despite myself.
Damn him and his disruptive eyes.
They could win a war without any battles or troops.
He’s going to kiss me again. I can feel it and taste it in the cloud of desire humming around us.
My eyes flutter closed in preparation for the beautifully savage claim, but Eli releases and pushes off me in one seamless movement.
The protest that’s about to fall out of me morphs into a yelp as he slides a hand around my waist and flips me onto my stomach as if I’m a doll.
I slap my hands on the floor for balance, my hair forming curtains on either side of my face.
“You want to know what I’m stopping myself from?” Eli’s heavy body covers my back.