Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
He pulled me to him, my naked body settling into the hard planes of his. “I’m so sorry, Bianca. How can I promise you anything, when I could end up in prison for the rest of my life?”
“What are you saying?” I asked, almost too afraid to speak. “So your plan is to toss me back into the world?”
When he remained silent, I lifted my head and looked into his eyes.
Eventually he spoke, his voice full of anguish, “What can I do, Bianca? Tell me how I can keep you?” His eyes roamed over my face, searching.
I wasn’t sure what he was searching for and maybe, I didn’t want to know. I lifted myself on the tips of my toes, and slipped my tongue into his mouth. I kissed him at first softly, then fervently as the desperation from wanting him more than I could now comprehend, overwhelmed me.
Something heavy hung in the air like a cry or warning for the both of us not to go any further, not to fall any deeper, but I pushed it away. It was a painful kiss and before I could tell whether the moisture I felt rolling down our cheeks was mine or his, he led me under the cascade of water with him.
As the water drummed on my head, I reached up to run my fingers through his hair. I wanted so much to believe that perhaps everything would be fine.
His arms went around my waist to glue me to his body as the fascinating hardness of his cock pressed against my stomach. The pulse of my sex, throbbing with an almost painful awareness of how much this man consumed me.
He traced wet, sweet kisses along my jaw, my gasp entangled with his breath as I hung onto his bulky arms for dear life.
I ran my fingers through his hair. “Does it still hurt?” I asked, my finger moving softly over the still bruised bridge of his nose.
“I’ll live,” he answered, tracing the curves of my hips as he kissed me, softly and then deeply. His hands moved upwards and settled tenderly on the sides of my throat as his lips pressed against my temple.
A jolt of pleasure stole my breath. I kissed him senseless.
Suddenly, my back was pressed against the tiled wall and his hands were digging greedily into my ass. He crushed me against his hardness making the ache that we felt for each other ring in our bones.
My head fell back against the wall in breathless anticipation as he got on his knees and his mouth covered my soaked and ready sex, my back arched. “Oh fuck … Levan,” I breathed, as I parted my thighs even further to make sure I did not accidentally hurt his swollen nose.
This intimacy between us was all that was needed to drive me wild. Shamelessly, I lifted a leg to give his tongue deeper access into my body. I felt every nerve in my body tighten with the most delicious torment as he speared into me, then greedily lapped up the juices that spilled out onto his tongue.
The hard suction of his lips on my clit, and the velvet dance of his tongue through the folds of my sex had me thrashing against the wall, almost unable to bear his thorough possession of me, but at the same time, I was certain I would lose my mind if he stopped.
I rode his tongue greedily ... chasing the release that was so close. All I could feel and sense was him, and it felt as though he were burning me deliciously alive. My eyes and mind shut to everything beyond what he was doing to me.
My climax came.
I quivered as the wonderful waves of pleasure overcame me, but even as I began to drown in bliss, I remained conscious of his injuries. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head away so that my jerking body would not hurt him. As the intense pleasure began to spiral out, I started to lose it. I felt my body start to sway as if I was a flower stalk in a strong wind.
Eventually, I was shaking so hard, even his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs wasn’t enough to keep me stable, and he had to press me against the wall. As the waves began to subside, I opened my eyes and looked down at him.
The water was falling on his face and his eyes looked beautiful beyond anything I’d seen before. I felt such love pour into my heart. I wanted to tell him I loved him then, but the words stuck in my throat when he shoved a finger, and then another, inside of me. I gasped as my hips restarted their rocking rhythm. I felt crazed and completely possessed by him.