Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 101336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Slayer turned and walked slowly toward her amazed by her beauty. Her soft curves enticed, his hands aching to follow every bend and line of her lovely body. Her breasts were high and firm and would overflow in his hand. Her nipples were puckered and a rosy color just like her lips, and he intended to taste both. To him, she was perfection, but… he did not like that she shivered. Did she tremble because she was cold or because she was frightened of him?
It mattered not. He had decided to teach her a lesson and he would see it done.
When he reached her, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, placing her down on it, then joining her.
He stretched out on his side beside her, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek while he brushed her rosy lips with his thumb. “I am going to explore your body and you are going to submit to my touch as is your duty as my wife and as it is your duty to obey me.”
Her eyes turned wide. She was not expecting that. She did not even know if it was proper for him to touch places on her body that she rarely touched herself.
I will never harm you. You are safe with me.
She was glad she recalled his often repeated and reassuring words and since he had kept his word since meeting him, there was no reason to think that he would not keep it now.
She said the one thing she felt would help ease her worry. “I trust you, Slayer.”
Bloody hell, but the woman could land a good punch and this one hit directly in the heart. That annoyed him even more since his plan was not only to teach her about obedience but also to prove he had no heart. But who was he truly trying to prove it to, Sky or himself?
His hand itched to touch her and that was unusual since he had never been so eager to touch a woman as he was to touch his wife. He intended to keep control of his desire since this was not about consummating their vows but when his hand drifted slowly along her slender neck, his manhood had other ideas and took control.
He stilled his hand when it reached her silky-soft shoulder, having never felt such soft skin and enjoying the feel of it. But he was eager to reach her breasts and when he did, he cupped one gently in his hand and ran his thumb faintly over her puckered nipple.
Sky did not expect his languid touch to feel so good or for it to spark something inside her, and she gasped.
Keep focused, he reminded himself, hearing her surprising response to his touch but it was proving difficult. He enjoyed touching his wife more than he expected or intended to. Soon his hand left her breast to explore more of her while he settled his lips on her nipple.
Sky gasped again when his tongue rolled over her nipple then tugged gently at it with his teeth. She could not contain the moan that slipped from her lips, nor could she stop her body from squirming beneath him, her body awakening and responding to his touch. He’d been truthful with her when he said she would come to know his touch, but he had failed to tell her how much she would enjoy it.
She was soon lost in a haze of passion she had never known existed but found she quite favored. And the more his hands explored her, kissed her, the more she wanted him to.
“Slayer,” she cried out shocked when his hand slipped between her legs and was more shocked when his finger slid into her. Her body responded, arching, welcoming him. His touch felt as if it woke some primal sensation in her that once awakened would never sleep again, never be ignored, would always demand attention.
His lips captured hers, strong and demanding, urging her to respond, though it was not necessary. She was eager to return his kiss, eager to experience more, feel more, share more.
Sadness gripped her and could be heard in her moan when his lips suddenly left hers, but it was not long before she moaned with pleasure once again, as he explored her body with intimate kisses and in places that blushed her cheeks red.
His touch soon turned demanding, and her body did as well. She became a prisoner of the passion that surged through her, and she did not mind being held captive by it. Captive of her husband’s intimate touches that were pleasurable beyond words.
Instinct or pleasure had her pleading, “Please, Slayer. Please.”
She lay stunned when his touch came to an abrupt halt. She rushed her eyes open and hurried to connect with his. Seeing that he had gone still and stared at her with a look in his eyes she did not recognize, she waited anxiously for what would come next, not knowing what to say or do.