Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
And he knew it would be hot. Tight. And fucking unbelievable.
Another inch of his grip slid away.
She nibbled on her lower lip and he felt like an ass as the doubt began to creep into her gaze. He’d done that to her. Made her doubt her beauty, her desirability, her worth. Somehow, he just knew. It wasn’t the place they were. It was his hesitation. Sure, her family had done one hell of a number on her as well but this was different. He’d been the one who released the passion in her and now he was the one who’d made it fade.
He couldn’t live with that. No matter what the future held for them both. And in his heart, which was at war with his brain, he didn’t think they had one together. Didn’t matter. He had to make this right. Had to show her she was perfect.
For me. This woman is perfect for me.
Shifting his weight so his cock settled more directly against the linen covering her, he flexed one hand on her hip, ignoring the weight of all her layers, making sure his fingers dug into her. He needed her to know how much she was wanted, by him.
Ghosting his mouth over hers he murmured, “You’re too fucking good for me, Rosamunde.” He nipped her jaw like she’d done him, reveling in the way her entire form shivered. “The things I want to do to you. How filthy I long to make you. Fill you full of my seed. Put my marks all over you. Make you hoarse from screaming my name.”
He slid a hand between them, not bothering to hide the moan of pure pleasure he got from finding her soaked.
“You’re going to kill me, baby.”
She grabbed his shoulders, her short nails digging into his flesh. Her full lips parted as she rocked her head back a tiny bit more, offering up the smooth skin of her neck.
The red abrasions on her creamy skin, made by him, pushed him over. His control snapped.
Cupping her heated core, he slammed his mouth over hers. Needing everything from her and demanding nothing but that. She moaned as his fingers rubbed her through the cloth, determinedly searching for the slit in her undergarment keeping him from his treasure.
He drew on her lower lip, moving back until he could see her eyes, hazy from want. Holding her gaze, he paused at her core then pushed through the damp curls into her heat.
The tightness choked his finger…and his cock thumped an unpleasant reminder that it didn’t much care to be neglected like this. Her wetness coated his digit as he set a slow pumping rhythm.
Lips parting with a gasp, she panted as her hips worked instinctively with his thrusts. A fistful of her ass and he pulled out of her wet slit, and pressed the hard line of his shaft against her, even though it still remained behind his trousers. Thumb on the taut bundle of nerves, he circled and rubbed as he continued to provide her friction against him.
She tunneled her fingers into his hair and tugged as she panted his name like a prayer. Or a curse.
“Give it to me, baby.”
Yanking on his hair, she glared at him. “Take me.”
Holy Christ, he didn’t have a shred of honor left, not defiling her in this manner, but for one thing—he’d not taken her virginity.
“You deserve to give that to your husband.”
Anger sparked, dampening the desire in her gaze. “That man will be my jailor. If you don’t…”
A growl of anger rolled from him. Yes, he’d brought it up, but hearing her talk about another man while she was grinding against him, using him to chase her orgasm, pissed him off to no end. This was his woman and fuck it if another was going to have the pleasure or the fucking privilege of seeing her in such a manner.
Hands around her ass, he walked them from the wall to the medium-sized bed against the other wall. Following her down, he kissed her and started to remove his clothes.
“Fuck me,” he muttered as he lavished kisses along her throat and over her breasts.
With a frustrated growl, he ripped off the fancy lace over top of the dress, keeping her covered from neck to neckline but offering himself a tantalizing peek at her pale, smooth skin.
He knelt over her, his legs between hers. Her skirt sat rucked up around her waist as she allowed him to continue pressing into her core. Hooking his finger in her neckline, he tugged. Once.
Bryn groaned as a bolt of pure lust slammed him sideways. Full breasts with rosy pink nipples. More than a handful, and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on them.
“Bryn,” she whimpered.
Readjusting so he wouldn’t crush her, he used both hands on her full breasts. Hefting them, plumping, teasing. With his thumb and forefinger, he tweaked her already hard nipples.