Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“I do,” I choke out, “but...I’m new to all of this. My prior experience wasn’t—” I swallow nervously, unsure how the hell I can explain to him what’s going through my head.
“Wasn’t what?” he prompts.
“It wasn’t good,” I tell him truthfully. “That’s why I’m here. I want to be with someone who knows what he’s doing. Who will show me what good sex feels like, and then, like you, I want to walk away.” I release a sigh of relief at having told him the truth. He may not know it’s me, but at least I was honest with him as much as I could be.
When he doesn’t say anything right away, I worry he’s going to walk away—and I wouldn’t blame him. This isn’t what he was expecting at all.
But then he gently pushes me backward until my back hits the wall, and his breath feathers across my face. “If there’s anything you don’t like, you need to speak up. Tell me. Being in the dark means I can’t read your features, and sometimes our bodies and minds don’t react the same.”
“Okay,” I breathe, realizing this is happening. I’m about to have sex willingly for the first time, and it’s with Lincoln fucking Alexander.
With his fingers still linked with mine, he raises our hands above my head, forcing my face to tilt to the other side. With my neck exposed, he places an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot just below my ear and then trails more kisses along my heated flesh, across my jaw, and then places one more to the corner of my mouth. My entire body shivers in response, and he chuckles darkly at my unbridled reaction.
“Tell me what was bad last time,” he whispers against my lips, “so I can make sure it’s better this time.”
“Everything,” I croak out, not wanting to relive what happened to me years ago, wanting to stay in the moment with Lincoln. “Please,” I beg, “just make it feel good...make me feel good.”
At my words, his mouth connects with mine. The kiss is firm yet gentle. Hard but still somehow soft. Our lips curl around each other, moving in tandem. Lincoln’s tongue seeks entrance and I welcome him, sighing into the kiss as we taste one another. I wasn’t sure how it would work with us both wearing masks, but they do nothing to deter the way we want each other.
All we’re doing is kissing, but it feels like so much more. My body is on fire, the apex of my legs is clenching with want, butterflies are swarming my belly, and my heart is racing in the best way possible. I’ve never felt like this before, and it gives me hope that I’ll be able to get through this without freaking out. That the trust in him is enough to make me feel safe with my emotions.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t realize the kiss has ended until I hear Lincoln whisper into my ear, “You taste so good. Can I find out if you taste as good everywhere?”
Oh, fuck. “Yes.” I nod frantically, even though he can’t see me.
He unlinks our hands, and his touch disappears, reappearing seconds later with his fingers skating down my arm and stopping at my breast. He pulls down that portion of my dress, along with my bra cup, and exposes my nipple. The cool air causes the peak to harden, and when his wet tongue circles the tip and then sucks, I let out a heady moan, my eyes closing as I relish in the pleasure.
Big mistake.
The second my lids close, and Lincoln bites down on my nipple, images of that night surface.
The force.
The begging.
The agony.
The pleading.
I try to push the flashbacks away, but they’re too strong, feel too real. Every ounce of pleasure is replaced with the memory of pain. My moans are on the verge of morphing into a cry for help.
I’m about to tell him to stop, that I can’t do this. But before I can get the words out, a husky yet gentle voice is at my ear. “I’ve got you, Kitten. Focus on me, on the pleasure I’m giving you. You’re in control here.” And then his tongue is back on my nipple, licking and sucking.
I release a calming breath, doing as he said, focusing on him, on the pleasure, reminding myself that I’m in control and if I want him to stop, he will.
With those thoughts, my body relaxes. I’m back in this room, with Lincoln, in the moment. It’s the first time I’ve made it through a flashback, and I want to cry in happiness. But instead, I drag my fingers through his hair and tug on his head gently. I can’t see him, but I can feel his eyes on me.
“Thank you,” I whisper.