Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
He licks his lips.
“I don’t want to scare you,” he says very quietly.
“Too fucking late for that.”
“I need you to understand that I’m not doing this because I want to.” His grip on me tightens, and I’m not sure I believe that. “I’m doing it because I need to protect you. I took a vow.”
“And you’re the kind of man that takes vows seriously.”
“You probably think I take them too seriously.”
“I don’t know.” My lips part. My heart hammers in my ears. “I just wish you’d talk to me.”
“I have to keep you safe. That’s all you need to know. Making you sleep in bed with me—“
He stops almost as if he can’t bring himself to say the last part.
“It’s only for my protection?” I ask him, whispering, too aware of how big he is and how close he’s standing.
Alex looms over me like a perfect death god. His lips are poison and his fingers are daggers, and I know I’m going to kill myself with him.
“I’m not supposed to want this,” he finally says and that admission finally breaks something in me.
I stand on my toes. My lips just barely reach the line of his jaw. I kiss him, barely brushing the stubble.
He reaches up with one hand, grabs my hair, and buries my mouth with a strangled snarl.
The passion ignites every fiber in my body. Every nerve explodes as he claims me with that kiss. His tongue invades mine, possessive, needy, controlling, and his grip in my hair tightens. It’s like he’s been holding himself back, but only just barely, and finally the lines between us are all erased and smashed to pieces.
He feels so good. His taste is like lavender and mint, and his lips know exactly how to kiss me, like he’s been practicing just for this moment. He crushes me against him, and my small, soft body feels tiny compared to his massive muscular frame. He could crush me—and I know he won’t.
But a part of me wants him to.
“Stay with me,” he whispers as he pushes me down onto the bed. He pins me there, kissing my lips, my neck, my chest, his other hand reaching down to tug at the bottom of my bikini. “Let me keep you.”
I notice he doesn’t say the word safe.
“Alex,” I moan, back arching as he shoves my bikini top up and finds my nipples with his mouth. He sucks them and slides a hand between my legs, finding the heat pooled there. God, I’m wet and sticky, and he teases me up and down and groans as he does it.
“Look at you, filthy fucking girl,” he says, staring at me in the darkness, two fingers sliding deep into my pussy. “All I had to do was kiss you once and you’re a fucking mess.”
“Oh my god,” I gasp as he rolls his tongue around one nipple and slides his fingers in and out, going nice and deep before teasing my clit. “Don’t act like it’s such a surprise.”
“I’m not surprised at all.” He moves up and kisses me gently, his lips and tongue probing mine. “I knew you’ve been waiting for this.”
“Oh, fuck you,” I moan as he roughly shoves my legs open and kisses down to my hip bones. I grind into his mouth as he buries my pussy with his lips, claiming me as his own while his tongue glides up and down my swollen lips.
He’s such a conceited bastard, but he’s right. I have been waiting for this. Desperately, eagerly, I’ve been thinking about our night in Paris and kept wondering if we left our connection behind in Europe.
I kept feeling glimmers of it. Little moments where I thought maybe we still had something.
But I wasn’t sure until right now.
I feel it. My god, I feel it.
He licks my pussy and glides his fingers in and out, sucking my clit as he does it, makign the most obscene noises like he’s feasting on my fucking body. I squirm and grab his hair, my pussy glowing with almost too much sensitivity.
But I dive into it, I ride the blissful pain, and he doesn’t stop. The man’s a freaking animal, and it feels incredible.
“That’s right, baby, I’ve missed this fucking taste,” he says as he laps me up and fucks me with his fingers. “I missed those moans and the way your hips push into me. You’re so greedy and messy, you filthy fucking girl. How can you pretend like you don’t want to sleep in my bed?”
“God damn it,” I groan, eyes rolling back. “Are you bribing me with oral sex right now?”
“I’m getting my wife off,” he says and pulls back. The look he gives me is pure bliss and sin. If I weren’t going to hell before, I definitely am now. “That’s part of my duty as a good husband.”