Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
She was serious. Somber. He bent his head to breathe warm air against her inner thigh. She gasped, and her leg jerked in his hand. He tightened his grip, holding her in place.
“Andrii,” she whispered. Just as she’d said she might.
He met her startled blue gaze and gave her a faint grin. One that said he was in control, and she might not scream his name, but she would be pleading for mercy.
He’d had enough of being alone, of feeling as if he wasn’t worth a damn. Azelie changed the way he thought about himself. He had no idea how, but he’d face death every single day to keep her.
“Stop making me wait,” she demanded. Impatience was there in her voice. Anticipation. The blue in her eyes had gone royal.
He decided it was about time to put them both out of their misery. Bending slowly, he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh and gently sucked. Sipped. Whispered how he felt about her, so the sound was muffled against her silky skin. Just touching her bare skin knotted his stomach, putting a fist of desire so large there that he was shocked.
He didn’t feel sensations the way others apparently did. That had been tortured out of him when he was a kid. He’d had to be in total control of his cock because it was a matter of life and death—to him and his partner when he was learning. In one moment with Azelie, just inhaling her scent, just being close, simply observing her, his body came to life. Kissing her destroyed any control completely. They detonated together and his cock went into a frenzy of need for her. It was a little terrifying, as well as exhilarating, to feel as if he was truly alive.
He kissed his way up and down the inside of her thigh, occasionally stopping to suck gently. In places a little harder. He nipped. Swirled his tongue to soothe the brief sting. He wanted to leave his mark on her. He wanted her mark on his skin.
Azelie’s breath came out in a hiss of need. She squirmed. Shifted her hips restlessly. A little moan escaped when he tightened his grip on her thighs in warning.
“I don’t know if I can take this,” she whispered.
“We’re just getting started,” he warned.
“I was afraid of that.” But she stopped trying to retreat from him. Instead, when he tightened his grip, she seemed to widen her legs even more to accommodate him. Showing she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Maestro kissed his way up her inner thigh, one small increment at a time until he felt the heat of the junction between her legs. Where she wept for him, beckoned and enticed with her feminine scent.
His cock felt like a monster, aching, hurting, desperate to be free of the material putting pressure on him. He tore down the zipper with one hand so that his engorged shaft and balls were free of the prison. Thunder roared in his ears. Lightning ripped through his veins. He took the time to free himself completely, shedding his jeans fast, grateful he’d removed his boots earlier.
The cool air on his body didn’t alleviate the heat rushing through his bloodstream. It didn’t give him back any of the control he needed. He found himself struggling to take his time. She softly moaned as he spread kisses from her thigh to the back of her knee and then back up to the little tangle of fiery curls shielding her slick lips.
“You taste like pure heaven, Zelie.” He didn’t lift his head to see her reaction. He didn’t need to. Her body shivered and arced closer to his mouth, desperate for more. He took his time, knowing the anticipation would heighten her pleasure. He blew a steady stream of heated air, gentle but constant, and then when she was squirming, he licked at the fiery honey liquid. She whimpered and lifted her hips to him.
“So responsive, Solnyshkuh.” Again, he didn’t raise his head, too far gone himself to leave where he wanted to be most. He leaned into her, settling his mouth over her clit, tongue fluttering gently.
Azelie gasped, a small broken cry escaping. She jerked her legs and hips as if she might try to flee. He found himself smiling as his eyes met hers.
“Baby, we’re just getting started. I plan on spending time right here.” He blew more warm air. “Savoring the taste of you.” He loved her taste. Was already addicted to it. “There isn’t going to be any running.”
“You need to hurry.” Her little demand was whispered.
That was his woman. Rarely speaking above a soft sound. Even the laughter he was so addicted to hearing was soft, as captivating and enticing as it was.
“You need to know something about your man, Zelie. I’m the one in control here. I always will be. If I want to take my time, we’re taking time.” He swiped his tongue along that delicious slit that beckoned. “I definitely want to take my time and you need to be ready for me.”