Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Their eyes locked, and as her breath caught at the need she saw in his gaze—-
It was then he finally entered her, and a sob spilled out of her throat as he claimed her virginity in a single possessive thrust.
"Mine," she heard Lucius rasp above her, and just hearing this had her whole being sing. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he started to move. Felt him claim ownership of her body as he began pounding into her.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
That was what his big, hard body was telling her with every deep and forceful thrust, and all she could do was tighten her arms around his because that was exactly what she wanted.
Yours. Yours. Yours.
Their bodies strained against each other as their gazes collided yet again, and oh, what she saw this time—-
His gaze promised something she could no longer deny, and Tassy's heart felt as if it was about to explode out of her chest.
I love you.
She came as soon as she read the truth in his eyes, and even though fear of being hurt anew wanted to hold her back—-
Tassy's legs wrapped around his waist as her inner muscles tightened around his pulsing length. And even though her body was still in the throes of climax, she managed to hold his face between trembling hands—-
I love you.
Her surrender was all it took to push Lucius over the edge, and he could only growl her name out as pleasure like nothing else he had ever experienced powered through his body.
Nothing about her—-nothing about this—-nothing about the two of them should have made sense. But it did. Because of what he saw in her tear-filled eyes, and which Lucius knew she also saw in his.
Love.
Chapter Twelve
THE WARM, DELICATE kiss of morning sunlight on her face gradually drew Tassy out of her sleep, and her soul already started to sing even before she could open her eyes. It was just like Paradise, waking up with her husband's strong arms wrapped tightly around her from behind, and her body pressed against his bare chest.
Even though they had only been married for so short a time, Tassy could no longer imagine living any kind of life without Lucius.
They had flown back to San Antonio from Jackson Hole last night, and when they had arrived at his penthouse apartment downtown, he had told her he had a surprise...which turned out to be the understatement of the year.
'Stunned' would be a better word to describe her emotions at that time, and Tassy could only smile ruefully to herself when she recalled herself simply standing by the doorway in complete shock.
Inside his guest room was her entire life, reassembled with perfect accuracy, albeit in a much more spacious and luxurious setting. Every book and miniature dollhouse she had on display—-it was all there, arranged in the exact way she had arranged them, but on nicer and more expensive-looking shelves. All of her old plates and coffee mugs were also there, only this time they were also housed in nicer-looking kitchen cupboards. It was as if Lucius had simply snapped his fingers (or signed a check with more zeroes than she could ever afford in her lifetime), and voila! He had transformed his guestroom into a perfect replica of Tassy's old apartment, down to the clipped bag of chips she had left on her bedside table...and her sports bra still draped over her comfy old couch.
"I hope you're not thinking about another man while you're smiling like that."
Her eyes flew open at Lucius' jealous tone, and she didn't know whether to laugh or throw her arms around her husband's neck when she saw the grim expression on his gorgeous face.
How could this incredible man be so jealous over her? Love was the only way his possessiveness could make sense, and the thought had her toes curling hard even as her smile turned teasing under his gaze.
"Another man?" she echoed. "I wouldn't know about any other man since you're the only man I see. You, Lucius Young, are my entire world—-" His growl cut her off, and she could only laugh helplessly as he rolled her to her back and loomed over her with a menacing scowl.
"Are you making fun of my jealousy, Mrs. Young?"
"On the contrary—-" Tassy's tone was pious. "I'm only speaking the truth, husband. You're not just my world. You're my entire universe, and I can't even imagine—-" A gasp escaped her as he suddenly sat up, and the next thing she knew, he was already pulling her down on his throbbing length, and all she could do was moan as he impaled her with one thrust.
She forgot anything else she had to say or do. She could barely remember breathing as the sheer thickness of him had her inner walls stretched to the fullest. Her head fell back as he started bouncing her up and down, his fingers gripping her waist tightly, and his rigid member throbbing powerfully as it pounded past her swollen folds.