Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“I’ve never taken his arousal elixir,” he says, his dark gaze taking a leisurely glance down my body. My nipples are hard and noticeable in their braless state, and my panties are so drenched I wouldn’t be surprised to find a wet spot on my dress.
“Is that the official name for it?” I wander to the threshold of the balcony, sensing the weight of Liam’s stare on my ass.
“It doesn’t have an official name,” he murmurs, much closer than I thought he was. His heat splashes my back, erupting gooseflesh on my arms. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if Vance takes it to market. I’ve heard the effects are intense.”
Intense. What an appropriate description. I sway toward him the slightest bit until his energy tingles down my spine.
“How does it make you feel, my sweet girl?”
“I’m hot even when I’m cold.” I hug myself, hands rubbing the raised skin on my arms as the gentle breeze whirs around us. “I’m achy and alive and…”
“And?”
“And I’m frustrated.”
A moment of hesitation, and then his sigh blows warmth across my nape. “We don’t have to do this.”
“It’s my night, right?”
His hand settles on my ass cheek, and my breath stalls in my lungs. The last slice of the sun dips below the horizon, bringing the promise of a dark and moonless sky.
“It’s your night,” he says, full, seductive lips teasing my ear, “but if we’re going to do this, we’re doing it my way.”
Why does that not surprise me? “What do you have in mind?”
“A little preparation.”
I close my eyes, breath thready on my lips, and tilt my head back. “Is that all?”
“And an understanding.”
“What kind of understanding?”
“You make the initial decision, but once we start, I’m in charge.”
Laughing, I turn to face him. “Have you ever surrendered control a day in your life, Chancellor?”
He raises a brow, seeming to think about it. “Not that I can recall.”
“What if I tell you no?”
“Then you tell me no, but nothing in Vance’s directive said I have to fuck you in the ass tonight.”
His vulgarity should turn me away from him—from this tempting idea of taking back my control—but the fierceness in his voice only heightens my arousal. A mixture of fear and excitement floods my veins, more intoxicating than the finest wine.
More addicting than the scent of his pheromone in the air.
“Okay,” I breathe, too worked up to argue. “We’ll do it your way.”
He lowers his head and the firm pressure of his mouth urges me to part my lips. His tongue slides in, massaging mine into surrender as he backs us onto the balcony, step by careful step.
“Turn around,” he groans against my lips.
Adrenaline courses through me as I face the sea, and I’m shaking when he pulls my dress over my head.
“I’d lay the world at your feet if I could, my sweet girl.”
“I believe you.” My hands curl around the iron railing, and I gaze at the vast green lawns of the Zodiac Estate. Beyond the cliffs, the sunset glistens on the ocean. The splash of colors remind me of orchid and mango, of sweetness and innocence. Freshly cut grass and the richness of summer infuses my senses.
The evening isn’t too hot or cold. It’s just right as Liam presses into me from behind, his body heat surrounding me and warding off the absence of the sun. He moves my hair off one shoulder and places his mouth there, lips hot and hungry over my skin.
“That feels good,” I say, tilting my head to give him better access.
“You feel good.” Cupping my breast, he slips his free hand into the front of my thong and presses two fingers into me. “You’re so damn wet.”
I can’t speak. My mouth can only mewl and whimper as he teases me with his fingers. The hard length of his erection prods me from behind, a precursor for what’s to come.
“God, sweetheart. I’ve missed you so much.” He withdraws long enough to pull my panties down my hips, but he doesn’t remove them completely. They cling to my thighs, baring my asscheeks, and something about the constriction of that lace makes me shiver in anticipation.
It’s indecent, forbidden, an act of desperation.
His breathing turns rough and uneven as he dips his fingers between my legs again, this time scooping up the arousal collecting there. He spreads my cheeks, wet digits sliding over my anus.
“Wait…” Doubt crashes over me unexpectedly. “I mean w-what are you doing?” I was foolish to think I wouldn’t be scared or nervous. I don’t know how this works, or what to expect, and even though I know Liam is experienced, it doesn’t help calm my nerves.
“I’m preparing you first.” He presses a finger against my tight hole. “Relax. Your body will adjust.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Do you trust me?”
Isn’t that what I’m here to find out? Can I trust him? Should I risk it?