Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I can do that.
Fuck. I hope.
“Please,” she whispers.
The single word acts as a switch, and everything inside me stills.
I take in her beautiful face, and even though fear darkens her eyes, she’s still lying in my arms.
“Do you trust me?”
Hana doesn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes.”
My lips curve up. “Relax for me.”
She snuggles back against my chest, wrapping her arm around me. I let out a chuckle. “I’m beginning to understand why your dad calls you snuggle-bug.”
She lets out a burst of laughter, rubbing her cheek against my skin. “I like snuggling.”
I begin to trail my fingers up and down the length of her back. I keep moving lower until I reach her hip. Pushing my hand under the shirt, I soak in the feel of her skin.
Wanting her to be prepared, I whisper, “I’m going to touch you.”
Hana nods, her body tensing.
I continue to brush my fingers up and down her spine until she relaxes against me again. Only then do I move down to her ass. I struggle not to grab a handful of the lace-covered skin, and it makes my breathing speed up.
Slowly, I use my body to push Hana onto her back. Positioning my left arm next to her, I keep myself braced as I lock eyes with her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur as my hand brushes over the lace between her legs. “A goddess.”
Hana’s lips part on a gasp as I cup her pussy.
I wait for a moment before I slowly begin to rub my palm over the lace.
I watch as emotions darken her eyes, and it has me saying, “Just focus on where I’m touching you.”
When Hana’s hips lift, pushing herself into my palm, I lower my head. Practicing the patience of a fucking saint, I kiss her gently as I move my hand under the lace. I spread her and then focus on stroking her clit.
Hana brings her hands to my jaw, and then she tilts her head, deepening the kiss.
As I allow her to control the kiss, I circle her opening before pushing a finger inside her. Hana breaks the kiss, and ducking her face into the crook of my neck, she wraps her arms around me.
“That’s it, angel,” I whisper. “Let me make you feel good.”
I’m focused on her breaths rushing over my skin and how her hips begin to rock. I alternate between rubbing her clit and fingering her until she presses her body hard against mine. A whimper from her has me focusing on her clit.
I lift myself higher, demanding, “I want to see your face.”
Hana’s eyes lock on mine, and a poignant expression makes it look like she’s about to cry from the intensity. I clench my teeth as I rub her harder, and then Hana’s lips part. She stops breathing, not making a sound. I watch as her features tighten and her body convulses beneath me.
I drink the moment in, savoring every second.
As she begins to come down from her orgasm and her breaths explode over her lips, I push my finger deep inside her pussy, and I grip her hard. “Your first kiss is mine. Your first touch is mine. Your first orgasm is mine.” I lower my head as I keep her eyes imprisoned. “You. Are. Mine.”
Hana nods. “Yours.”
Love? No love has nothing on what I’m feeling right now. Hana now holds my soul. She’s become the angel to my demon. She’s the only one who can keep the monster in me at bay.
Pulling my hand out of her panties, I glance down and seeing the red stain of blood, a possessive grin spreads over my face. I bring my hand up and locking eyes with Hana, I suck my finger into my mouth before I say, “Your virginity is mine.”
She stares at me, and I expect her to react in horror, but then she slowly lifts her head and presses a tender kiss to my mouth before she whispers, “Thank you.”
Chapter 10
HANA
Tristan is my first love.
What I feel for him consumes my thoughts.
Sitting in class, I keep thinking of last night. How gentle he was with me. How focused he was on me.
It feels like we’ve created our own world where no one else exists. It makes it hard to be away from him.
I struggle to focus on my work, my friends, my family.
There’s only Tristan.
“Hana,” Fallon shakes my shoulder. “Earth to Hana.”
I shake my head as I return to everyday life. “Yes?”
“I walked by and saw you just sitting here. Class is over.” Fallon sits down, her eyes searching over my face. “Is something wrong?”
I shake my head. I haven’t shared anything with my best friend about my relationship with Tristan. Leaning back against the chair, I say, “I love Tristan.”
Surprise washes over Fallon’s face. “When? How?”
“I’ve been seeing him since the end of the summer break.” I let out a chuckle. “If you ask him, I’m sure he’ll tell you we’ve been dating since the Christmas event last year. I asked him to give me time, and he did.” A soft smile curves my lips. “He’s… Tristan’s…” I struggle to find the right words. “He’s intense but gentle. He’s demanding but patient. He’s… perfect.”