Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, Katherine, just a bit, and then I want to make love to you with my cock.”
Her moans grew louder as he started doing exactly that, but moving too slowly. It was delicious torture. She lifted her hips, seeking more, but he was taking his time. She was panting, her body craving the pleasure he’d bring. He kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and giving it a nip.
When her eyes flew open at the bite of pain, he said, “Keep those beautiful eyes open for me. I want to watch you come.”
He pulled out his fingers and positioned himself between her thighs. She expected him to take her hard, like the night before, but he entered her slowly, stopping after every inch to give her time to adjust to his size. He didn’t move, simply stretched her, observed her, until she started squirming underneath him in frustration. When she gripped his hips, trying to make him move, he took her hands and lifted them above her head.
“Tonight, I want to make love to you, krasavitsa.”
Their eyes remained locked as he inched deeper, making her gasp.
“I love watching your eyes when my cock stretches you,” he said in a low voice. “Your lashes flutter ever so slightly every time I move. And when I do this…” he pushed deeper, “…your pupils dilate. Yes, just like that. Do you know how expressive you are?”
She only whimpered as he tortured her further by giving her more, but not enough.
He took his time to enter her, and when her body had adapted fully, he started moving slowly.
She locked her knees around him. “Please, more.”
Tonight, he refused to be rushed. He kept his weight on one hand while the other found her clit again, rubbing the nub that ached with need. He started a massage that matched the pace of his body—long, deep strokes that brought her to the edge but left her hanging.
She gripped his hair, trying to bring his head down to hers, but he pulled back.
“I can’t kiss you, krasavitsa. I want to look at you.”
She shook with need. “Please, Lann.”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
“Soon.”
When he increased his pace slightly, her body tightened with her pending release. The buildup was unrushed and torturously intense.
Satisfaction bled into his eyes. “Right now, I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”
She twisted under him. The pleasure engulfed her, a wave that swept through her body and mind.
“Tell me,” he said.
“Only you,” she whispered before an intense orgasm stole her words and what was left of her breath.
She tightened her legs around him until the aftershocks ebbed. Only then did Lann let himself go, moving with deep, unhurried strokes that kept her body hovering in the afterglow of her climax until it was building again.
“I’m too sensitive,” she said. “I can’t.”
“You’re capable of much more than you think.” Her eyes fluttered closed, but his voice brought her back to him. “Look at me.”
She tried to focus on him. Her body was a mass of sensation. She gripped his hips, but he lowered her arms and pinned them next to her body. He was in control.
Her voice shook. “Lann.”
“I’m here, krasavitsa.” He groaned. “Fuck. Katherine.”
A growl sounded deep in his chest. He threw back his head and slammed into her as deep as he could. He clenched his jaw while his body shook over hers. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but he was still holding down her wrists. It was only when she pulled gently to free herself that he released her, and she could stroke her hands over his back.
He nuzzled her neck. “You’re always beautiful, but even more so when you come for me.”
He rolled off her and draped her body over his. She needed a shower, but she couldn’t make herself move, because he was kissing the top of her head and whispering tender words to her in Russian.
“That word you always use,” she muttered as sleep started to claim her. “Krasavitsa. What does it mean?”
“It’s a term of endearment. It means beautiful.” He pressed another kiss to the crown of her head. “It’s a word that was made just for you.”
Chapter 6
It was easy to fall into a routine in the monastery. It was exactly what Kat needed to get her work done. She had no cleaning or cooking duties, and she used the bonus time productively. During the day, she worked in close proximity of Lann, except when he withdrew to his office. They shared a light lunch, and in the late afternoon Kat went for a jog while Lann worked out in the gym. Sometimes he joined her for a swim before dinner, and after retiring, he always came to her room. How he took her depended on how she asked. Sometimes it was hard and fast, and at other times slow and easy. Once her body was accustomed, he claimed her often, at least twice a day, and she could never get enough.