Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
When I flicked my tongue into his ear, his hand tightened around my wrist. “I need to get inside you,” he whispered, his voice sounding heavy and drugged.
I tensed as I felt him adjust, lining up his manhood and nudging it gently against my opening. I held my breath and gripped onto him with the hand he wasn’t pinning to the bed. His skin was damp with perspiration. He slid in, easily at first.
“You’re so tight,” he said thickly. “Fuck, you feel so good. I just want to–”
“You can,” I whispered into his shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut and bracing myself. He pushed the full length of his shaft into me, taking my virginity in one swift thrust. A sharp pain had me crying out, but then a wave of pleasure swept it away. He hesitated, but then I wrapped my legs around his, refusing to let him pull away.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Not now.”
With a muttered oath, Con’s control broke and he began moving his hips, harder and faster. The waves of pleasure built higher, wiping out even the memory of the initial pain. I gripped onto him tighter, moaning his name over and over, stretching around his cock, taking it deeper and deeper.
I climaxed hard, gasping his name, black tinging the edges of my vision. Then I saw his eyes go black, the irises eclipsed by the pupils as he came. His hips pumped once, twice more, as he emptied himself into me.
Then he collapsed onto me and we lay entwined, hearts pounding together. He would have questions later, I was sure. But for now, neither of us had any words left. We’d exhausted each other, and as the sun slipped below the horizon, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower. For a minute, I was disoriented. Who was in my condo? Had Halley come back? And then the memory of my night with Con flared in my head, chasing out the fog of sleep. I rolled over in his large bed and touched a hand to the indentation beside me. Still warm. I dropped my forehead to the sleek, silky sheets and inhaled. His cologne was faint but spicy in my nostrils, and it created a visceral memory of his hands on my body. Sensation raced through me, but not enough to drive out the concern niggling deep in my heart.
What would Halley think?
The shower went off, the hard spray reducing to loud, pattering droplets. I heard the glass door slide open. I pulled on my dress and considered slipping out as quickly as possible, but before I could take stock of where the rest of my clothes had ended up, the bathroom door was opening. Con stood in the doorway, backlit by the bright overhead, a towel banded around his waist.
Our eyes met. His gaze was implacable and impossible to read.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
Heat leapt to my cheeks. I hoped he couldn’t see my flush in the watery morning light streaming in behind me. “I didn’t want it to matter,” I said honestly.
A crack of emotion, quickly concealed. He tightened the towel. “I had a right to know.”
“Why? So you could use it as another excuse to put off what we both knew was inevitable?” I rose up to my knees in the sumptuous bed and put my hands on my hips. “Did you want me to go out and lose my virginity to just anyone before you were willing to—”
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, Lily” he said harshly. I could see the cords of muscle in his crossed arms tense.
“What’s this really about?” I pushed him. “Do you want me to have more experience? Should I—”
Con crossed the room in a few steps and grabbed me by the arms. His strength immobilized me even though the pressure of his fingers on my skin was carefully controlled. My face was beneath his, and his dark eyes bored down into mine. “Don’t ever talk to me about going out and getting more experience with other men again,” he said in a deadly quiet voice I’d never heard him use.
Though his tone and overwhelming physical presence should have intimidated me, I swayed closer. His chest was still damp. The droplets seeped quickly through the thin material of my dress. My nipples peaked and hardened as his hands slid up my arms, over my shoulders, up into my hair until he was holding my face between them. His words still hung in the air, underlined by the harsh rasp of his breath. I wanted to close my eyes and give into the sensations flooding through my body, but his dark gaze pinned mine, making it impossible to look away.
“I won’t,” I whispered so quietly that if there had been more than a few inches between my lips and his ears, he wouldn’t have heard me. It didn’t even occur to me to play games like I’d seen other girls do and ask him why not. We both knew. I was his. He might not be mine—not yet anyway—but I was his. I’d given him more than my virginity, whether he wanted it or not.