Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Swiftly, he slid me off his lap and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His purposeful steps took us down the hall, bumping into the walls as our tongues tangled with each other. Not able to get enough of one another. One hand gripped my hair and pulled while the other kept me pressed against his length.
His girth.
His cock.
The heat of his erection was almost my undoing, and I moved my body greedily up and down against the steel of him.
I needed him.
Now.
I couldn’t wait, feeling as though I was already bursting for him
He chuckled against my mouth, stumbling into the bedroom while, like a woman possessed, I continued to move against him.
“So greedy,” he laughed, gently laying me down on the bed.
I reached for him, only to have him pull away; his smirk was going to be my kryptonite. He slowly, provocatively undid the buttons of his shirt.
I nearly yelled when he hesitated at the last one, his eyes filled with humor that I wanted to strangle him for, prolonging what we both had been waiting for.
Eager.
Ready.
To get on with it.
My body tensed, thighs clenched as an almost painful throb pulsed between my legs.
With a whimper, I watched the shirt float to the floor. His hands moved to his belt and then the button on his slacks.
Our tongues tangled with one another as he flicked open the front of his trousers.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
He was beautiful.
Dangerous.
Wicked.
Mine.
All mine.
“Do you remember the night before your wedding?” His husky voice washed over me like worship.
Holy.
Everything.
“Do you?” he pressed.
I nodded, unable to look anywhere but his full lips, the dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Yes.”
“This time, I’m going to take you slow, Eden. I’m going to bury myself so far inside you that you see nothing but heaven. Every part of me was made for you. Owned by you. I’m going to make love to you for the first time in my life. It’s only ever been you, Red.” His pants fell to the floor, the rest of his clothes followed, discarded as he made his way onto the bed, the heat of his body nearly singeing me with each predatory movement. “Say my name.”
“Wh-what?”
“My name. I want it on your lips. I want it to be the only thing you scream when you nearly blackout from my dick. I need to hear it, I need it, Eden, I can’t—” Part of his control cracked when his mouth crashed into mine, only to pull back. “I can’t be without you. Not now. Not ever. I can’t—”
“Romeo,” I tasted his name on my lips; it was sweeter than any wine, any kiss.
Any moment in time.
We were poetry.
We were music lyrics.
We were a happily ever after, not a to be continued.
“I’ve only ever been yours. I just need you to keep me this time.”
His eyes flashed. “Never again, Eden. I’ll burn the entire world and send it to Hell before anyone else touches you. You’re fucking mine!”
A fierce expression of yearning crossed his face, his features as his erection bumped against my thighs.
I gripped him, needing to touch him, compelled by him. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
This Casanova.
This man who dealt in seduction and secrets was succumbing.
Succumbing.
To me.
CHAPTER FORTY
“Wisdom is the knowledge of good and evil, not the strength to choose between the two.”—John Cheever
Eden
His muscles flexed, jaw clenched. I stroked him up and down, loving the feeling of the velvety smooth skin, of how hard he was for me, how ready.
“Eden.” He shook his head. “I promised slow…”
“I don’t need slow.” I fused my mouth to his in a fast hard kiss and then pulled back. “Fuck me, Romeo.”
His eyes snapped open. “What?”
“Fuck me. Love me. Own me. Just take me before I grab the knife you always carry in your pants and slit your throat with it.”
His lips curled into a smug smile. “My girl just got violent.”
I gripped his ass with both hands. “Now.”
“Yes.” His hands tore at my leggings; before I knew what was happening, I was completely naked, my hot skin fusing to his as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked.
Long.
Hard.
My hands fisted the sheets, his hand came down pressing me into the mattress. He continued to suck, his tongue swirling around my nipple, his body molded to mine.
Made for each other.
Soul mates.
Two people becoming one.
Tears rimmed in my eyes; my nerves stretched to their limit.
To the max.
I was feeling too much.
A frenzy took over; heat flooded my core.
His hands spread my thighs open, and then he was gone, his tongue sucking me off, fucking me with his mouth, showing me everything Tristian never did.
His fingers followed, massaging my swollen clit. He gripped my thighs again, his mouth never leaving as he draped my legs over his shoulders, jerking me down the bed.