Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 18893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
When I open them, his eyes meet mine in the mirror “So long as you have this on, you will be safe and if you are lost, they will be able to help you get back home.”
He touches the jewel in the center, circling it with his fingertip. My nipples harden thinking of his touch.
“Who is they?” I ask, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
He drops his hand away from the necklace, bringing his grip to my waist. Possessively. And it makes no sense at all that I would love it as I do.
“That’s none of your concern for the moment.” He straightens behind me, staying close enough for me to feel the heat of his body. “Now that you’ve taken what you wanted, you can…”
My hand flies to the necklace. “You gave this to me. I took nothing.”
He smirks at me in the mirror as if I’ve said something amusing, but the delight on his face doesn’t last. His face darkens, and he leans down to drag the tip of his nose along my neck.
Goosebumps race down my body. I want him so badly, and it’s like being lit on fire. These touches are hardly anything, but I’m hot under my dress.
I inhale more heat and more conflicted emotion, too. I shouldn’t want this man at all. I can only justify it by convincing myself that none of this is real. It’s certainly not a reality I’ve ever lived before.
His lips brush my jaw and he groans roughly. “I need you again.”
The sound that comes out of my mouth is almost a moan. I meant to say no, but the truth is that I want him to touch me. I want him to take me.
So I press myself harder against him and lift my dress to my hips, bunching the fabric in my fingers. I give in to the idea of pleasure with him. To the thought of seeing more of this place. And more of him.
His hands roam over my thighs, and I use one hand to keep my dress in front of me so I can balance on the mirror.
It’s a sight like none other to watch his large hands skim over my skin, touching me like I’m delicate and irreplaceable. His hands skim lightly over my hip bones and down to my thighs. I spread my legs for him the moment he touches me there.
It’s shameful, but I want his fingers on my clit again. He knew just how to play me. Another moan escapes me as he circles, gathering heat between my legs.
“That’s it,” he says in my ear. “Aren’t you beautiful? Gorgeous. I could look at you forever.”
The sensations he brings alive in me are too intoxicating to ignore. I have to have more of them. He’s addictive.
The slightest added pressure on my clit makes me melt against him. Makes me spread my thighs wider and moan. I lean my head against his shoulder, needing the contact.
Fuck, what does this man have over me?
He grips my hip and encourages me to bend backward until he can grind against my naked skin. The fabric covering his cock meeting my most sensitive parts steals my breath. He’s hard underneath his clothes.
Wanting me. He acts as if he’s desperate for me. I’ve never felt so pulled to another person before. So desired.
I desire him just the same.
He plays me like a well-used toy, stroking my nipples, plucking at them until I let out a whine. Then he kisses my earlobe.
“There is magic here,” he says, his voice husky and rough as if he’d spent hours thinking about me. “I can give you pleasure like you’ve never known.”
I keep my eyes closed, barely hearing him. Magic. This place is magic. And he’s a magician of pleasure.
He brings the pad of his thumb back to my nipple and teases it until it’s full and hard. I’m so desperate for sensation that I arch against him, rolling my hips as he strokes my clit.
I close my eyes and give in to it. Why does it have to be so good? Why does it have to take over every part of me? It makes me lightheaded. It almost makes me forget where I am and how I got here.
“Will you let me go?” I gasp.
He goes still, his fingers hovering over my clit. When I open my eyes, he’s looking into mine in the mirror, his eyes dark.
“You already know.” His tone isn’t as demanding as I anticipated, more sympathetic than anything. Before I can respond he kisses me, and it’s just like forgetting. Like silencing thoughts that feel like they don’t belong here anymore.
He moves his fingers again, sending pleasure through my core, and nudges his cock between my legs. He keeps playing with my clit as he sinks into me inch by inch. I spread my legs to give him more room, although something in me says I don’t need to. He’ll move me the way he wants.