Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
I rolled my eyes. “That’s one way to describe the connard. He knew very well that I would never use this. But then, neither of us ever expected you.”
Pink bloomed on her cheeks as she beamed at me.
Dipping my head, I placed a kiss on the apple of each cheek, then ran the tip of my index finger over them, tracing the sun-kissed sprinkles. “I love these.”
She frowned. “My freckles?”
“Mm-hmm. I want to kiss all of them.” My gaze turned hot as I followed their path from her beautiful face to the top of her breasts. “Every single one.”
Kerrigan shivered, and her breathing stuttered.
“But first, I’m going to paint your gorgeous body so I can study the constellations.”
She giggled at my description as I led her over to the chaise.
When I tugged at the sheet, she didn’t let go, her expression turning apprehensive.
“Don’t be shy, belle. Your curves are magnifique,” I said in a deep, sultry voice. “Absolutely mouthwatering.”
“I’ve never had body issues, so why do I feel so nervous?” she wondered with a self-deprecating laugh.
“Se détendre, Kerrigan. Lie down and relax.”
She inhaled slowly, seeming to draw in courage before dropping the sheet and climbing onto the sofa to settle on her side.
Merde. She was every bit as exquisite as I’d imagined. My cock stood at attention, and my hands itched to feel all of that pale, silky skin. But I fought for control because I didn’t want to risk Kerrigan changing her mind. I’d been dying to paint her since the first moment I laid eyes on her.
“You’ve seen the painting, oui?” I asked, practically croaking from the dryness in my mouth.
She hummed her agreement and raised just enough to support herself on her elbow, then bent her knees slightly.
I picked up the fabric and draped it over her so only her ass and hip were covered. Then she extended her arm out so it was resting on her leg, and I placed a flower in her hand—as opposed to the feather fan the woman in the painting had held.
Standing back, I observed her pose, then made a few slight adjustments. When I was finished, she turned her head to look back at me over her shoulder.
The curve of her torso and position of her arm left a gap between them that showed off the swell of one of her incredible breasts.
“Mon Dieu,” I breathed. “Vous êtes si chaud et magnifique. Je voudrais te baiser.”
“What did you say?” she asked, her green orbs glinting with desire.
“You are gorgeous,” I edited, choosing not to tell her that I’d also said I wanted to fuck her.
She blushed hard, and I was fascinated as I watched it spread over her creamy skin. “Is this how you want me?”
I nearly groaned at her unintentional entendre. Non. I wanted her naked with her legs open wide, giving me a view of that tight pussy I’d felt dripping on my fingers.
“One last thing,” I said after clearing my throat and trying to push away my dirty thoughts.
Her thick red tresses were pulled up into a ponytail, and I gently removed the elastic to free it. Her hair tumbled down her back in gorgeous waves. “Parfaite.”
I strutted over to my easel, where I’d already set up the paints and brushes I intended to use. For the next couple of hours, I captured her beauty and elegance on my canvas. She would only be able to stay in that position for so long without becoming stiff and in pain, so we frequently took breaks for her to relax.
When I was at a good stopping point, I capped my paints and took my brushes over to the sink. I tried to concentrate on cleaning them, but after staring at her mostly naked body for hours, my cock was so big and hard that I winced every time I moved.
Finally, I’d taken care of my tools, and when I turned back around, my breath got caught in my lungs.
Kerrigan had shifted on the chaise to face me, her body in a similar pose. Only she was holding the sheet up over her tits. But they were too big to be fully hidden with only one hand gripping the fabric. She obviously hadn’t realized that it was barely covering her nipples. And the part that was draped over her hip had risen when she turned over, resting high enough for me to just barely see her pussy through the shadow created by the sheet.
Her eyes were greedily roaming over my body, and she licked her lips.
My control snapped.
In a few long strides, I was at her side and bent over to cage her between my arms, forcing her to roll onto her back.
“Do you want to know what else I said earlier?” I rasped.
She blinked, trying to process my question through the haze of lust surrounding her. “Yes,” she whispered.