Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
She wrapped her legs around him and rotated her hips.
Gritting his teeth, he said, “Katherine, stop.”
His reaction told her he hadn’t lied about the power he’d said she had over him. Remembering how erotic the sharp nip of his teeth had been, she bit softly into the muscle of his shoulder.
Finally, he gave her what she wanted. He plunged deep. The stretch burned. He was no longer careful. He pulled back and buried himself to the hilt. This time, he didn’t give her more than a second to adjust before he started thrusting.
His speed and strength pushed her body up the mattress. The world spiraled out of control. Only sensation existed. It was beautiful and frightening. It felt like life and death, like his kisses breathed oxygen into her body while his grueling pace wrought the very life out of her.
Again and again, he slammed his hips against hers, driving inside her until her body was slick with perspiration and her muscles were quivering. She’d expected it to last for maybe a minute, but he was relentless, his stamina seemingly endless.
“I can’t,” she said, clinging to his shoulders.
He drew back to look at her.
“It’s too much,” she said. “I can’t take more.”
Sitting up, he draped her ankles over his shoulders. He fastened one hand in her hair and the other on her hip. “This is going to be intense, but it’ll be quicker for both of us.”
He only gave her a second to register the warning before he buried himself inside her.
He hadn’t lied. It was intense. At this angle, the penetration was deeper. Their eyes locked as he started moving even faster than before. Her cries were mangled sounds—the screams he promised to extract from her. He stroked a sensitive spot inside, making her pleasure climb again.
“Lann…”
He released her hair to rub her clit. When her orgasm crashed through her, he broke too.
Pleasure contorted his face as he filled her body with his release. They rode it out together, nothing existing but the moment.
It lasted longer for her than for him, but he waited until the aftershocks of her climax had passed before he lowered her legs and stretched out on top of her.
She was a shivering mass of nerves, her legs shaking and her body boneless. Wrapping his arms around her, he turned them onto their sides and stroked her arm and back until she drifted into sleep.
When she woke up, she opened her eyes to Lann’s concerned face.
“Katherine,” he said with a relieved sigh. His exotic accent sounded more pronounced. Then gentler, “Are you sore?”
Her cheeks heated as she admitted, “A little.”
“How long has it been?”
She traced his collarbone, inviting a shiver. “Six months.”
A possessive light sparked in his eyes. “I’m looking forward to making you come in a hundred different ways, but don’t ever drive me that hard again. I wanted our first time to be gentle.”
“I didn’t.” A first for her.
He kissed her nose. “Not even an hour into our arrangement and you’ve got me in the clutches of your power. How can I deny you anything?”
The word arrangement was like a splinter under her skin, but she brushed it aside. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. What time is it?”
“Past dinner time.”
“Shit.” She sat up. “I have to call Diana. She’ll be worried.”
“Done,” he said, wiping the hair from her forehead.
She frowned. “What?”
“I had Alfonso call and tell her you’re with me.”
Lann had Diana’s number? “Oh. Thank you. That was thoughtful.”
She ran her gaze over his body when he got up and walked to the dresser. When he took his glasses and put them on, her breath caught. Those dark-rimmed glasses made him look even hotter. They enhanced his features, giving the perfect, stark lines of his face a softer, academic appearance.
He came back to the bed, took her hands, and pulled her to her feet. Then he picked his shirt up from the floor and held it open in silent instruction. She let him drape it around her and help her fit her arms. The fabric smelled of him, an alluring male scent of cinnamon spices and strength. The smell was delicious and comforting. Turning her to face him, he held her eyes as he buttoned up the shirt.
When he was done, he stepped back and studied his work. In a sudden motion that surprised her, he dragged her to his chest for a hug before setting her aside as abruptly as he’d grabbed her, as one would move an object out of the way. Baffled, she watched him fit his jeans. He was hard again, but he ignored his erection, adjusting himself and zipping up his jeans.
“Come,” he said, offering her a hand.
When she placed her palm in his, he led her to the door at the far end of the room. It gave access to another bedroom similarly decorated as this one, but his scent hung in the air, telling her that was his room.