Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 139934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 700(@200wpm)___ 560(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 700(@200wpm)___ 560(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
“I think you do believe me, malen’kiy smerch, but you’re afraid. You haven’t ever been around a large family like ours and you’re just feeling a little out of your depth. I’ll get you through it. You were taught to run in any situation that scared you, and that’s your go-to, baby. You want to run because you know everything I say is the truth, not a lie, and that is terrifying to you.”
He could see by her expression he’d hit the nail on the head. He was going to have to be vigilant and counter any of her arguments, because she was going to have a lot of them. He wrapped his arm around her waist and locked her to him, her back to his front. His mouth found the sweet little spot between her neck and shoulder, the one that made her shiver and moan. The one he knew drove her wild. He spent a little time there and then kissed his way over her delicate jaw to the edge of her mouth.
“You’re mine, Ashe. Your body knows it, no matter how hard your head tries to fight.” His hand wrapped around her throat, thumb pressing into her chin so she faced him enough that he could take her mouth.
Both of them caught fire that fast. Kissing her was like a terrible storm, completely out of control. He turned her in his arms and lifted her, his mouth still on hers. Flames licked over his skin, and electricity seem to arc between them. Her mouth was pure heat, not sweet, not spice, but a fiery cinnamon that left him craving more every time he took his mouth from hers.
He carried her through the house straight to the bedroom, feeding off her, devouring her, kissing her again and again, until her body seemed a part of his own. He caught at the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, ruthlessly ripped her bra away so her breasts spilled out into his hands. He kissed his way down her throat to the two soft mounds.
She was … exquisite. Perfection. All that soft skin. Her breathy moans. The way her hips bucked and moved so restlessly. He wanted her clothes gone. If he had his way she’d be waiting for him at home every night, naked, her skin glowing under candlelight. He didn’t need food when he had her to devour.
There was a strange roaring in his head, thunder in his ears, hot blood rushing through his veins. He wanted a slow seduction, but he knew he was too far gone to give that to her. At least not the first time he had her in the bed. He kept his mouth on her breast, his tongue and teeth working her nipple while he pulled strongly with his mouth, and his hands dropped to her jeans.
Her hands were already there, desperate to get them off her. He liked her desperate for him. He didn’t want to be alone in his urgent need. He had to release her breast so he could get to her shoes, but he took her hands and used them to knead both soft mounds.
“Work your nipples, baby. The way I do.” He loved seeing her hands on her body. It was sexy to him, and the look on her face, the flushed skin, all of it together had him as hard as a rock. He tossed her shoes aside and then dragged down her jeans and panties, leaving her bare to him as he tossed her on the bed.
Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, the sound driving his body further into a frenzy of need. He yanked her thighs apart and put his mouth right where he needed it to be. Her cry shattered what little control he’d been hanging on to. His tongue plunged deep, finding hot liquid. She tasted like honey and cinnamon. She was exquisite, like a fine hot cider. He couldn’t get enough of her and he drove her up fast, using his teeth on her clit and his fingers to stretch her tight sheath.
Her hips went wild so he had to clamp her down tightly, locking her in place so he could have his way with her. He savored the explosion when he took her over the edge, her body giving him more, so that he devoured her like a feast, taking her right back up.
Now, her breathing changed to gasping hitches. The roaring in his ears grew until it was thunder rolling while lightning forked through his body and struck at his cock. He felt huge. Full. Throbbing and burning. He opened his trousers and the relief was tremendous. Circling his thick erection with one hand, he lifted his head enough to wipe his face on her thighs. Her hips bucked, and he knew how she felt. He needed her just as much.