Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
People part for us. I hear them whispering, but I don’t pay any attention to them. All of my attention is focused on my man. “You’re so big.”
He chuckles as he opens a door and steps out of the noisy club. As soon as we’re in a silent white hallway, he says, “You’re so small.”
I giggle. I’m not a giggler. It sounds odd.
Moments later he steps into an elevator.
My legs are still dangling. “You could set me down.”
“Never,” he says with conviction as if he means he never intends to let go of me ever. He might mean exactly that. I don’t question him.
When the elevator opens again, he steps out. It’s quiet. The only sound is the beating of our hearts, which seem to be in sync. Is that a thing?
“Will you kiss me now?” A desperation consumes me. I need him.
His lips descend on mine, and he doesn’t just kiss me. He devours me. Holding me firmly against him, he slants his head to the side, drags his tongue along my lips to demand entrance, and dips inside.
He’s an amazing kisser. The best ever. I wonder how many women he’s practiced on, feeling an odd sense of misplaced jealousy for everyone who came before me.
I realize he’s still walking as we kiss, but I don’t pay attention until he bends over and deposits me on what must be a giant bed. He comes down on top with me, still kissing me as he slides me to the center and hovers over me. He supports his weight off me, which is probably a good thing.
I run my hands up and down his muscular back before tugging at his shirt, wanting to pull it out of his dress pants. I want to touch his skin. All of it. His entire body.
How large will his cock be?
I shudder at the thought. Won’t he be far too large to get inside me?
Surely it will fit. It seems like I’m going to feel like this for the rest of my life. Sixty years of driving need that will cause me to want to climb all over him ten times a day.
He releases my lips and rises over me, his knees planted on either side of my hips. His intense gaze holds mine as he tugs off his tie and unbuttons his shirt. “I need to feel your skin against mine,” he says in a low growl. “I promise I won’t take my pants off. I just want your chest against mine.”
I shake my head, and he pauses a moment, making me realize he’s misunderstanding my denial. I clear my throat. “I want all of you. Now. Maybe it’s crazy, but you said I’m yours.”
“You’re mine, Little one. Every inch of you. And I am yours.”
I swallow, needing to clarify a few things. “Only mine?”
“Forever and always.”
I narrow my gaze. “For sixty years?”
He gives me a slow smile. “More like three hundred, but yes.”
My eye goes wide. “Three hundred? I hate to tell you this, but I will only live about sixty more years if I’m super lucky.”
He finishes unbuttoning the front of his shirt and tackles the cuffs. Frustration wafts from him. He would like to poof the shirt out of existence. I’d like that, too.
“Sara, you will live centuries with me on Eleadia.”
I think my eyes are going to bug right out of my skull. “How is that possible?”
“We live cleaner. Better food and air. Your body will age at a much slower rate. No one knows exactly why.”
“How old are you?”
“One hundred and twenty-eight.”
I gasp. He’s serious. Holy shit.
His hands come to the bottom of my tank top, and he pushes both it and my cut-up T-shirt up my body. “May I see all of you, Little one?”
My heart tightens. It means a lot to me that he pauses to ask. I lick my dry lips again. “Yes.”
He shoves my shirts over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up.
I watch his expression as his gaze lowers to my chest. I’m not much to look at, but I’ve never felt sexier in my life. He stares at me with such reverence. Small boobs and tattoos.
His hands are trembling slightly as he brings them to my chest and dances the tips over my skin. He traces the edges of one of my tattoos and grazes over my breasts.
When his fingertips flick my nipples, I arch my chest and moan. I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been. No human man has made me feel like this, but I also haven’t managed to feel anywhere near this fantastic on my own with my vibrator either. My orgasms have never been anything to get too excited about.
My heart races as he palms my breasts before gripping my nipples with his thumbs and pointers. If I didn’t know better, I’d believe he’s never seen boobs before. That’s not possible. Maybe he just finds me particularly attractive for some odd reason. Maybe the man likes small tits and tattoos.