Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 27333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
There's no chance for me to say anything else, with Lorenzo suddenly covering my hands and lowering them down.
And then it's his turn to cup my face.
Oh, my heart, I know it's impossible for you to be still, but at least try!
My lips part under his, and my husband's tongue slips inside my mouth.
It's my first kiss, and it's beyond my wildest imagination.
His hand curls around my nape as he deepens the kiss, and I find myself clutching his shirt.
His tongue thrusts in and out of my mouth, and my heart goes wild. I know it's a dance as old as time, but when Lorenzo starts sucking my tongue, the fire inside of me explodes into a conflagration of sensations.
I can't think.
I can't breathe.
All I can do is want.
Oh, how I want him!
Lorenzo suddenly wrenches his mouth off mine, and all I can do is stare up at him in a daze.
Every part of me is aching.
Why, oh why did he have to stop kissing me?
"Last chance," he rasps out.
What is he talking about?
"If you're in my room when I come up, there will be no turning back."
He sounds so, so serious.
And for some reason, that makes me feel the opposite.
I'm giddy, light-headed, and just suddenly so, so crazy over my husband that I find myself actually playing the coquette for the first time, ever.
"Does that mean you only want me when I'm lying back and thinking of England?"
He stares at me in shock, and honestly?
I'm just as stunned as he is.
Whoever knew I could be such a tease, and to the Beast of New York no less?
"Ten minutes," Lorenzo grates out under his breath. "You have ten minutes to do whatever you need to do—-"
His green eyes glitter, and oh, the things that his feral gaze promises!
"—-then it's my turn to do whatever I want to do."
My knees go weak, and I'd have crumpled at his feet if not for my husband catching hold of me.
I look up, and it's my first time to see Lorenzo smirking.
And I love it.
"Ten minutes, Gazelle."
He doesn't have to say it again.
The moment his hold loosens, I'm already running away and up the stairs, my heart beating so, so loud and hard that it's all I hear again.
Ten minutes, I remind myself in a panic as I undress. I know I've just taken a shower an hour ago, but this is our wedding night, and I want to smell as good as the roses he's given me.
I shampoo my hair in a hurry, but even though I'm doing everything as fast as I can, I'm still under the shower when my ten minutes are up, and all I can do is whimper when my husband joins me.
And he's entirely naked.
You've hit the jackpot, self!
The words come out of nowhere, and I only realize I've also said them out loud when my husband's eyes widen.
Aaaaaaaah!
I don't even have time to pray for the earth to swallow me up.
The last thing I see is a smirk once again unfolding on my husband's beautiful lips.
And then he's hauling me close, and I cease to think once again as his kiss makes my soul fly.
My, oh my.
I've definitely hit the jackpot, I can't help but think as I dimly feel my husband sweep me up in his arms without breaking the kiss.
Because my beast is beautiful inside and out, and I just know.
Oh, how I'm sure of this.
He truly is the man for me.
And it's not just because of the way he makes my body come alive with a single gaze.
A single kiss.
A single touch.
All of those are just the tip of the iceberg.
Because as much as the passion burning between us has me panting and writhing as my husband lays me down on his massive bed—-
The reason why I know I can't be wrong about him is how his heart speaks to mine.
Because when I look up at him now—-
Everything truly has changed.
All I see is my hope and future in his gaze.
And it's so, so beautiful it makes my eyes sting.
Thank You, thank You, thank You.
Thank You for giving me Lorenzo.
Thank You.
Fire consumes me from within, and the need to belong to my husband sweeps all other thoughts away.
I need to be his.
I need it so, so bad.
And the need just gets worse and worse as he slowly kisses his way down my body. A part of me had expected him to be, well, beastly. But instead he's impossibly tender and agonizingly reverent with the way he claims every part of me. Tortuously methodical even, with how he waits for me to whimper before giving me what I want—-
And that's for him to brand me as he sucks on the side of my neck—-
Knead and squeeze my flesh when I start to ache—-
And oh, when he finally parts my legs and his powerfully muscular body settles between them—-