Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
At first he offered no response. Then...
A ragged moan escaped him. He opened up and kissed her back, hard, tangling a hand in her hair and cupping her backside. His grip remained tight, as if he feared she might slip away.
Desire ruled her. The sumptuous scent of him. The sweetness of his taste. The rasp of his breaths. The warmth of his skin. The knowledge that he couldn’t walk away. He might not trust her—yet—but he craved a future with her. That was something.
She could work with something.
Viori clung to him, returning his kiss with wild abandon. Waves of love flooded her, one crash after another. Filling her. Drowning her.
Reviving her.
Another moan escaped him, and he lifted his head. He stared, panting, his lids hooded. “What are you doing to me?”
“Showing you how much you mean to me.” She stared up at him, letting her emotions glimmer in her eyes. “You are everything to me, Micah. Let me prove it.”
He jerked, as if she’d shocked him. In his irises she thought she detected a flame of hope sparking to life, and she thrilled.
“Do not say things like that,” he growled. Bunching a section of her robe in his fist, he edged her to the wall.
Stone behind her, aggressive male before her. He kicked her legs apart.
“You’re right.” For balance, she gripped his shoulders. “I should have admitted more. I covet your years and your months and your weeks and your days, and each moment in between. I won’t be satisfied until I have your mind and your body, your thoughts and your trust. I covet everything. Because that’s what I’m giving you.”
His breath hitched. “Stop it, Red. You’ll change your mind about me at some point, just like everyone else. You won’t be able to help yourself. I won’t be able to handle the fallout.”
In that moment, her heart broke for him. For the rejections he’d faced time and time again. But reveal her inner turmoil? No. With a soft smile, she asked, “Do you know me at all, baby? There’s no one more stubborn.”
The flames of hope brightened, but he said, “Let’s stick to pleasure right now.” He dragged his knuckles between the lapels of her robe, parting the material. Slowly, he bared her body to his view. Her breasts, her belly, the apex of her thighs. He leaned back the slightest bit. Enough to run his gaze over her before meeting her eyes. The flames spread. “Lots and lots of pleasure. I swear there’s nothing more perfect than you.”
A flush tracked his gaze, burning her inside and out. The way he looked at her...with a hunger like no other. The power went straight to her head. Her nipples tightened, and the ache between her legs intensified. Between them, the air thickened.
“I disagree,” she purred, arching against him. She traced a fingertip along several of his scars. “I believe you are equally perfect. One of the reasons I fell so deeply in love with you.”
His eyes widened. His pupils flared. “Don’t say—”
“I love you.” Holding his gaze, she slid the suspenders from his shoulders and gripped the waist of his pants. With a simple tug, the material split down the sides, leaving him magnificently naked.
He hissed when she stroked him. “You...you love me?”
“I do.” She smiled up at him, letting her adoration for him shine in her irises. “Every magnificent inch of you.” Slowly, she sank to her knees...
His jaw went slack. “You are going to...?”
“Oh yes. I’m going to.” She’d never performed the act, but she’d stumbled upon others in the middle of it throughout the years, when she’d visited villages for food. The males had appeared lost in the throes. The way she wanted Micah.
This beautiful brute had given her everything she’d never known she needed.
He moaned when she started, groaned as she worked him over and over and over again, then roared at the end. But he recovered only seconds later, yanking her up off her feet and swinging her into his arms. He carried her to the bed and lowered her to the mattress as if she were the most precious treasure in all the realm.
Delicious male. Excitement and arousal kept her at a razor’s edge of pleasure-pain. Naked, he climbed up her body.
She spread her legs, creating a cradle for him. His weight pinned her. “I need you,” she breathed into his ear.
“You can have me.” He reached between them, placed his length at her opening and surged deep inside her. Filling and stretching her. Pumping slowly. Then faster. Faster. Harder. The bed rocked. “You can have me always.”
“Always. Yes. I demand nothing less.” Every roll of his hips incited a roll of her own. She kneaded and scratched his shoulder, chasing a release. The pressure mounted. So good, so good, so good. “Yes, yes, yes. Micah...”