Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Before I know it, the meal is over, we are standing up, and walking out into the night air. The air is wonderfully cool. We stroll back to the hotel together, our bodies slightly touching. At the hotel, we go up the elevator, our bodies still touching. I can feel the heat from his. My stomach feels tight with knots.
We get to our suite and he holds the door open for me. I walk in, and suddenly, I feel his hand on my arm. He whirls me around, yanks me so I slam into his body, and catches my lower lip between his.
Whoa! What magic is this?
I can hardly believe what is happening. This is not just a kiss. It is nothing like the one he gave me on the plane—oh, no. This is entirely different. His mouth on mine, moving slowly. Drawing it out. Making me moan from a place deep down in my center, a place only he’s ever touched. All through one simple kiss.
But it stays gentle only until I melt against him.
When he knows how lost I am, his hands slide around my waist. He presses them into my back and pulls my body closer to his. I feel his hardness acutely through my dress. I wind my arms around his neck to hold on as he slowly drives me crazy and my knees go too weak to keep me standing. His tongue slides along the opening of my mouth before probing inside, exploring me as fireworks go off in my head. He groans, his hands pressing harder, the need between us growing like a fire which threatens to consume us both.
I want it to.
Yes, I want it with every fiber of my being. I want his hands on me and his lips, oh, his lips, his tongue and all of it. All of him. All night long and into the morning, again and again. Like how it was high in the sky. I want to touch him everywhere and taste his skin and listen as he whispers my name in the darkness. My entire body seems to sizzle, and my nerve endings feel like they are tingling.
Every cell in my body is desperate for him. I don’t know how I got here, but I feel like an addict. An addict for him.
Konstantin
She brushes her fingers along my jaw and rests them on my lips.
I love the sensation of her soft skin. I curl my tongue around her fingers and suck them into my mouth. Her skin smells like mango or some exotic fruit.
She watches me, mesmerized. Then she leans into me and lets her forehead touch mine. Her fingers slip out of my mouth. Her lips touch mine as I pull her even tighter to me and wrap my strength around her. My kiss is bruising and my tongue unapologetic, as it thrusts into her mouth.
She sucks my tongue wildly.
She tastes of the white chocolate and strawberry mousse she had for dessert and something that is uniquely her. The taste of her makes me feel drunk with ownership. Enveloped in my heat, she surrenders her mouth beautifully, welcoming my savagery. She’s mine and I want all of her. I savor the sense of power I get from her total submission.
I’m totally and utterly crazy for her body. I know that now.
I hold her in place while my palms skim her curves. She moans into my mouth and I squeeze her hips. She slides her palms over my shirt and I deepen the kiss even more. My lips roam along her smooth jaw before dipping down to her throat. I suck the base of her neck. She whimpers and a bolt of pure, unadulterated lust shoots to my cock. I wanted to take it easy with her, but fuck… she is unbelievable. The effect she has on me is just unbelievable.
I pull away from her and look down at her. She’s panting and her eyes are burning with need. With a groan, I touch her face. Her skin feels hot and satiny.
“Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?”
“No, but I hope it’s like what you’re doing to me,” she whispers hoarsely.
I pull down the zipper of her dress and push it down her body. It is one of those dresses with an inbuilt bra. Her gorgeous big breasts spill out. Oh, fuck! For a few moments, I stare greedily at those ripe breasts, at the sexy satin body in those small panties, then I dip my head and grab one ripe breast, taking its rosy nipple between my lips. I suck it hard and her flaring hips move restlessly.
“Oh, Konstantin,” she groans.
Her head drops back exposing her creamy throat. I growl at the delectable sight. With the last grip on my sanity gone, I lose track of everything but the swollen nipple in my mouth. Clinging to me, she moans sweetly as I carry on sucking. With my eyes, my fingers, my tongue and my body I plan to tell her that she is mine.