Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Breathing raggedly, he breaks the kiss, only to grip my hair in his fist and pull on it, arching my head back to press his hot, wet mouth to the vulnerable bend of my throat. His teeth graze over my skin, and then he sucks on it, sending erotic chills down my arm and wrenching a series of moans from my throat. At the same time, he bunches his other fist in my skirt and pulls it up, causing cool air to wash over my newly exposed thighs.
It’s like my eighteenth-birthday party all over again, only I’m no longer that naïve, anxious girl—and he’s no longer inclined to be patient with me. I can feel the raging hunger in his touch, in the demanding hardness of his body. The thick bulge of his erection throbs against my stomach, hot and hard even through the layers of our clothing, and my insides clench on an answering empty ache, on an acute craving for something I’ve never known.
Sensing that, he pulls back and slips his hand between my legs to palm my sex through the wet silk of my thong. A low, deep growl rumbles in his throat as I gasp, my eyes flying open. “I fucking knew it.” He lifts his head to pin me with a dark, burning gaze. “You still want me. The moment I touch you, you’re fucking soaked with it.”
I flush scarlet, my mind clearing for a moment, but he bends his head to ravish my mouth again, and I forget all about embarrassment and shame as a flood of sensations overwhelms me once more. Those skilled fingers of his are already underneath my thong, parting my slick folds and finding my clit to start a wicked, mind-bending rhythm. Number three, I think hazily as he sweeps his tongue over mine, stroking, claiming, invading. He’s going to give me orgasm number three.
And he does. He’s still kissing me as sparks light my vision, the pleasure blinding in its intensity. The climax roars through me, awakening every nerve ending in my body, making me convulse against him with a gasping cry. Only he doesn’t stop this time, doesn’t remove his hand from between my legs or lift his head to let me catch my breath. Instead, he presses the heel of his palm against my swollen flesh, intensifying the aftershocks, and kisses me so hard I taste blood again.
The twin sensations—pain and pleasure—are so potent I almost miss the hard push of his finger into me and the accompanying slight burn. Almost but not quite. Instinctively, I tense, and the burn intensifies, as does an unfamiliar feeling of being stretched and penetrated. My breath catches in my throat, and I grip his shoulders as a spear of rational thinking pierces the sensual fog in my brain.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I shouldn’t be here, with him.
Alexei must feel me stiffen because he raises his head to stare down at me, onyx eyes filled with dark hunger. “You’re so small, even for a virgin,” he whispers roughly, and the hot blush washes over me again, making the very roots of my hair feel like they’re on fire. His finger is still inside me, penetrating me, but it no longer hurts, though it still feels invasive. Worse yet, I can feel myself getting even wetter, and I know he can feel it too.
“Don’t fight it, Alinyonok. Let me in.” His eyes burn into mine as his thumb circles my clit at the same time as the stinging stretch returns. He’s probing at my entrance with a second finger, I comprehend vaguely as a wave of dizziness sweeps over me, along with the realization that I’ve stopped breathing.
Tell him to stop. Now. Before it’s too late.
Except I can’t form the words fast enough. He kisses me again, stealing what little oxygen remains in my lungs, and I melt against him despite the growing discomfort between my legs. Two fingers are way too much, the stinging stretch threatening to turn into real pain, but his thumb is still doing that circling thing, and there’s just enough pleasure to confuse my senses and muddle my thoughts. I’m lost in him, utterly absorbed in the sensations he’s evoking in my body, and even the sharp pinch of pain as he pushes his fingers deeper into me isn’t enough to make me pull away—especially since he curls those fingers, pressing on a spot that brings back that sweet, agonizing tension, sending me barreling toward another peak.
With a muffled cry against his lips, I come, the second orgasm exploding through me. My inner muscles clamp down on his invading fingers, causing another pinch of pain, along with a series of aftershocks. My body is still spasming weakly when he pulls his fingers out, and I hear the metallic hiss of a zipper being lowered before my thong is ripped away with a sharp tug. Dazed, I open my eyes as he stops kissing me and lifts his head.