Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
The back of his hand runs down the side of my face, trembling ever so faintly. "I've been blinded by you for months. But I never thought I'd actually get you in this bed."
"Here I am," I whisper, smiling up at him.
"Here you are." He grins at me, a wholly wicked, unrepentant grin that turns my blood to steam. Lord have mercy. There's something downright sexy about this crazy man when he's making the rules...or breaking them. "Now, what should I do with you?"
"Whatever you want."
Something dark and primal flares in his eyes. Something that sets my whole soul to burning. "Did you think I was asking for permission, baby girl?" His brow quirks, his lips curving into a cocky smirk. "I already know you'll let me do whatever the fuck I want." He leans down, planting his lips against my ear. "You'll beg for it, angel."
I sob his name, certain he's right. I will beg for it. I'll let this man touch and fuck and ruin me however he wants, and when he's done, I'll beg him to do it again. That's the power he holds over me. That's how completely he has me under his spell.
I've wanted to be right here for so damn long. And now that I'm finally here, I don't want to walk. I want to run.
I want him to own me, possess me, destroy me. And then I want him to do it again.
So I tell him that, bravely revealing this one secret.
"I imagined it was us," I whisper.
"What?" His tongue wraps around the shell of my ear, sending a wave of heat through me.
"When I was exploring Dionysus, I imagined everything I saw was us." I press my body closer to his, moaning as memories of those wicked, carnal sights trickle through my mind. "I was the one shackled to a table. You were the one fucking me."
There weren't crowds of people watching us. There weren't other participants. It was just the two of us. Everything I saw, he was doing to me. That's why I stayed. That's why he found me there. Because I went from room to room, just imagining what it would feel like to have him all over me like that.
"Goddamn," he growls, bucking his hips into me. "Which was your favorite part, baby girl? When you got home, what part did you think about when you touched your pussy?" He bites my earlobe and my clit throbs. "What made you come?"
"You," I gasp. "It's always you. T-taking what you want. Telling me what to do."
"Mmm. Goddamn, that sounds good," he growls, bucking his hips into me again. He rewards my honesty with a sweet kiss to the side of my throat and then pries himself off of me. "Stand up, angel."
He has to help me. My legs shake too badly.
Once I'm on my feet, he spins me around, putting my back up against his chest. He splays one hand against my abdomen, holding me to him as he attacks the side of my neck with his lips and tongue. I melt against him, lost in a world of sensation.
"I'll give you anything you want and take you as high as you want to go," he breathes against my skin. "But you need to remember that you have the power in this bed. If anything makes you uncomfortable or frightens you, all you have to do is say stop, and I stop."
"Don't stop."
I feel his mouth curve against my skin, followed by the bite of his teeth as they close around the pulse hammering in my throat.
"Jonas," I moan, my neck losing power.
"You didn't say you understood, baby girl."
"I understand," I sob, certain he's going to change my entire world tonight. He's already doing it. He has been since he stepped out of the shadows last night. I didn't think about it then, I just assumed he did it because that's the kind of man he is. But I think maybe I called him from the shadows. This man is bound to me the same way I'm bound to him. We're covalent, sharing the same electron between us.
His hands skim up my abdomen, closing over my breasts.
I moan, arching into his touch as he kneads me through my clothing, pinching my nipples to drive me crazy. Every sensation shoots straight to my center, making my clit throb and ache. I press my thighs together, trying to create friction, but it doesn't help.
After a moment, everything just…stops.
He releases me, taking a step back.
I cry out in loss, reeling in confusion.
"Strip," he growls when I turn to face him, command searing his expression. "Let me see what's mine."
Oh, my.
I swallow, my stomach quivering with nerves. But I don't tell him no. I'm not ashamed of my body, and I won't hide it from him. He removed my jacket in the living room, leaving me in a camisole and my skirt. I reach for the hem of the camisole, slowly dragging it up my body.