Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
After I’d wrapped a towel around my waist, I strode into the bedroom. Aria watched me warily. I needed to be close to her, needed her to get rid of this fucking darkness for me. I dropped the towel, but Aria quickly rolled over so she wouldn’t see me naked. I slipped under the covers and moved close to her until her warmth seeped into me. Wanting to see her face, I grabbed her hip and rolled her over.
She didn’t resist. I peered down at her as she lay on her back in front of me, her eyes searching my face. I needed her even closer. Closer. Always closer. I reached for her nightgown, wanting that barrier gone, needing to feel her, skin on skin.
Aria touched my hand, stopping me. “Luca.” Her voice held worry, and when I met her gaze, the same worry was reflected in her eyes.
She didn’t have to be scared, not anymore. “I want to feel your body against mine tonight. I want to hold you.”
It was a weak thing to admit, but I didn’t care.
“Only hold me?” she asked, her blue eyes questioning.
“I swear.”
Aria finally allowed me to pull her nightgown over her head, leaving her in only white panties. My eyes raked over her beautiful breasts, the way her pink nipples puckered. I ran my finger along the waistband of her panties, but she froze, and she was probably right. It was better if that small barrier remained between us. I rolled over on my back and took Aria with me so she laid on top of me, her knees beside my waist.
Our chests brushed, but she kept herself suspended as if she worried she could hurt me with her weight. I tightened my hold around her back, pressing her tightly against me. I trailed my palm along Aria’s spine to the curve of her ass and began stroking her lightly. She was tense at first but slowly relaxed when it became clear that I wouldn’t push her.
“Doesn’t your cut need stitches?” Aria asked, her voice drenched with worry.
Worried about me.
I pressed a soft kiss to her mouth, feeling more of the violence drain from my body. “Tomorrow.” These wounds didn’t matter, not at all. Tasting my wife did. Those perfect lips. I caressed her ass, my fingertips tracing her panty line, occasionally slipping beneath. So fucking soft.
Aria held my gaze with half-lidded eyes. She brushed her fingertips over my throat, a spot I’d never let anyone touch. Too vulnerable, but with Aria I enjoyed the touch, and then she pressed a kiss to a small wound there. So caring. Aria raised her head and gave me the smallest smile.
I wanted her closer, still closer. My hand cupped her ass cheek and squeezed lightly. My finger grazed her folds though the fabric of her panties.
Aria gasped, tensing on top of me. I watched her closely as I lightly traced her. Soon, her panties were drenched. My cock stirred, but the dark hunger from before had been replaced by a more restrained need.
So wet.
She lowered her eyes in obvious embarrassment and I halted my movements, needing to see her eyes.
“Look at me, Aria,” I ordered, my voice harsher than I wanted. Aria’s eyes darted up, swimming with mortification. How could she be embarrassed when I wanted to scream in triumph over her body’s reaction to my touch?
“Are you embarrassed because of this?” I stroked my fingers along her crease and Aria bucked her hips, her lips falling open in a breathless moan. She was so responsive.
I caressed her carefully, allowing her to get used to my touch, to see that I’d hold back. Her grip on my shoulders tightened and her lips parted as she made small rocking motions. Watching her beautiful face as I guided her closer and closer to her first orgasm, as her juices soaked her panties, it was the best thing I could imagine.
When my fingers slid over her clit, Aria started to tremble, her breathing ragged, and I didn’t take my eyes off her, not for a single second as she came on top of me.
I kept my fingers on her pussy, feeling possessive and wishing she wasn’t wearing panties so I could feel her folds slick with her arousal.
Aria pressed her face into my throat, holding on to me tightly as she tried to catch her breath.
Her pussy was so hot and wet. The thought of burying my cock in her was almost overwhelming. I sunk my nose into her hair, pushing my needs back. If I gave in to them now, things would get out of hand. Too much of the darkness, of the violent energy, still swam close to the surface. “God, you’re so wet, Aria. If you knew how much I want you right now, you’d run away.” A harsh laugh burst out of me. Part of me wanted her to run so I could chase and catch her. The thrill of the hunt, the need to claim. “I can almost feel your wetness on my cock.”