Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I sat on the edge of the bed and she rolled to her side, like she was unconsciously making room for me. I slid in next to her under the blankets and held her close to me.
Her lips parted with a soft moan, and she pressed back into my body.
My heart raced, but I felt calm, at peace.
When Veronika died, frustration hit hard. This failure gutted me more than anything that ever went wrong in my marriage.
It was nothing like the fear and fury that tore through me when Marina was dragged out of my hotel room. It couldn’t even graze the raw terror that gripped my chest as I watched the car flip, sparks flying, with her still trapped inside.
And it certainly didn’t compare to the guilt that hardened in my gut at knowing she went through all of this because I hadn’t protected her.
That would never happen again.
She was going to be safe and warm in my arms like this every single night.
The way her body melted into mine told me she needed this as much as I did.
She knew at least instinctively that the best way to keep herself safe was to stay in my arms. That was why even in a deep sleep she searched for me, moved to me.
My breath burned in my chest as her delicate, plump lips remained parted and her breathing picked up. Her chest was rising in quick, shallow pants and a blush of pink glowed across the tops of her cheeks then down her delicate neck, disappearing under her soft sweater.
I moved my hand to the flat of her stomach, slipping under her sweater to the warmth of her soft skin. As my palm rose and fell with her breathing, it settled something inside of me that hadn’t released since she was taken from me.
Feeling the life within her—her soft breaths fluttering over me, the subtle beating of her heart—calmed me.
I pushed deeper under the covers, surrounded her body with my own, and let her push her back against my chest.
My fingers stayed light on her skin as I slid them up her body to cup her generous breasts, my middle and ring fingers pressing between them just to feel her heart continue to beat strong and steady.
I would never tire of feeling that steady beat against my fingers.
As my thumb ghosted across her nipple, the bud tightened; her breath shuddered, and her heartbeat jumped.
Even in sleep, her body responded to mine.
I buried my face in her hair and inhaled deeply, my cold soul taking comfort from the warmth of her skin. This woman was heaven.
I didn’t deserve her, but she was mine, nonetheless.
She let out another soft sigh as her thighs rubbed together, and I knew what she needed.
Just like I knew I would be the only man to ever meet those needs again, which I intended to do every single night.
My hand slipped down her body, caressing lightly over her soft skin to the delicate lace covering her core. Still deep in sleep, her thighs parted for me, and I let two fingers slide under her panties to her wet, needy slit.
She arched her back into me and even though her eyes stayed closed, her lips parted even more, seeming to beg for a kiss.
I would give her that.
I would give her so much more soon.
But first, I wanted to know how much pleasure I could give moy zaichonok before she woke up.
With my touch as light as possible, I parted her delicate lips with two fingers and circled her clit with my middle finger. Holding the rest of my hand perfectly still, just moving a single finger over the tight bundle of nerves.
Her eyes scrunched as she turned to lie on her back and her thighs spread even wider for me, begging me for more.
Her hips lifted in invitation, and I couldn’t ignore their siren call any longer.
After all, I had already decided. She was going to be mine in every way.
The easiest way to get her to agree was to show her what her life as my bride was going to entail.
As gently as I could, I moved over her, lowering my body under the covers until my chest was resting on the bed between her thighs. The warmth radiating from her pussy was so intense I could feel it through her panties, the damp heat calling to me.
I placed my lips on her stomach and kissed the delicate skin just above her belly button, then moved up her body, lifting her sweater as I went. When I pulled it up, exposing the matching lace bra, I couldn’t help the low growl that sounded from my lips.
Her head turned from side to side and her legs pressed to the sides of my hips, but still her eyes didn’t open.