Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
But I was touching her now. And I knew once I started, it would be impossible to stop. I didn’t think I could ever stop. Not for the rest of my damned life.
My hands found her hips and dragged her against my raging hardness. One hand moved to her lower back to hold her still, as the other searched for her nipples through the thin fabric of that ridiculously sexy nightie, that would have looked appropriate on a schoolgirl or grannie. Yet on Anastasia, it was the sexiest thing I had seen in my life.
We both groaned as my palm closed over her breast, the sound of her pleasure nearly undoing me. I tugged at the thin straps of her nightgown, stopping kissing her just long enough to watch as the delicate fabric slid over her shoulders, then lower, revealing the splendor of her bare breasts to me.
I ignored her startled cry as my mouth dove lower, searching and finding the hard buds of her nipples. She was ready for me, and she didn’t even know it.
She doesn’t know anything, you horndog, I reminded myself. Go slow.
But I couldn’t. The voice in my head went unheeded as I flung myself face first into the pit. I had no regrets. How could I regret touching anything so perfect?
I swallowed her creamy flesh whole, sucking and licking at her nipples roughly until she was arching against me, her fingers gripping my hair and pulling. But not pulling me away. She was holding me close, making sure I did not stop what I was doing.
As if the four horsemen of the apocalypse themselves could do that.
Nothing on earth would stop me now.
The nightie tore as I yanked it down her hips so that it pooled at her ankles. I was on my knees now, face to face with paradise. The soft curve of her belly. The long lines of her elegant legs. The gorgeous triangle of her perfect little pussy.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, realizing these were not the love words that my future wife should be getting, but helpless to do anything but moan out “you are so fucking beautiful,” before my mouth found it’s way to the juncture between her thighs.
I lifted one long leg up and out, slinging it over my shoulder. I knew she would be bruised from the way I was touching her, arranging her body for my pleasure. But I didn’t care.
I didn’t care about one goddamn thing other than getting my shaft inside her.
But she is a virgin, I reminded myself. You can’t just ram into her like some sweetbutt.
And the truth was, I didn’t want to.
I forced myself to slow down. I leaned back, stealing a glance at her. She looked shocked, but not appalled. Her eyes were a little out of focus. I slipped a finger inside her to gauge her readiness, cursing at her tightness.
I would not fit inside her, I realized. If I tried, I would hurt her. She was not on the same page as I was. The girl deserved more than this.
And I needed time to open her up so that I would not hurt her when I finally did what my body was screaming at me to do. I needed space for that. She deserved the full princess treatment.
The knowledge did what a thousand men couldn’t do. It stopped me in my tracks. I was still dying for her, but the runaway train of my lust had rolled to a stop. The engine was revving, but it would not rush the very special passenger I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I was not an animal. She was not an animal. I would treat her right. Always.
That didn’t mean we couldn’t explore… just carefully. And with no thought of my own pleasure.
I lifted her into my arms. She stared at me in shock but she didn’t protest. It was a good thing. I didn’t know what the fuck I would do if she changed her mind now.
I would stop.
But I would hate it.
Thank the good lord above she didn’t say a word.
“Your first time is going to be in a bed,” I growled as I carried her up the stairs to her bedroom.
“First?”
“I won’t rush you,” I said as I kicked open the bedroom door. “But I want to.”
“Want to do what?”
Her voice was breathless as I lowered her to the bed. Our eyes met. I braced myself above her before answering.
“I want to do everything.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Anastasia
He wanted me. Vice wanted me. He wasn’t bored or disgusted by the sight of my body, like I had thought he was in the kitchen. He didn’t care that I was innocent.
In fact, I was starting to suspect he wanted me even more because I was innocent.
If the look in his eyes was any indication, he wanted me very, very badly indeed. His hands were rough but gentle as he pulled my nightgown away, leaving me bare to his eyes. I gasped at the cool night air, instinctively covering my breasts and the triangle between my legs from his hungry stare.