Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
He drew her other leg up and wrapped it around him. “Lock your ankles for me,” he commanded. His voice was deliberately velvet soft, but husky as he pushed forward again, this time burying himself all the way. He was surrounded by a fiery tunnel of silk, so tight the pain was exquisite. It felt as if her every individual muscle was wrapped around his cock.
Azelie’s body pulsated. That pounding beat radiated up his shaft to his sensitive crown. Pleasure burst through him. Now he had to move in her; he had no choice. The slow slide withdrawing had her gasping. Her eyes widening. Legs tightening around him. Even her inner muscles grasped at him.
“We’re going slow, baby, until you get used to me.”
“I don’t think I can wait for slow.”
He loved that little admission from her and gave her one hard stroke, surging back into her, sending streaks of lightning through them both. She gave him a scowl when he withdrew slowly again.
“You’ll like this,” he assured her.
He set a slow pace, driving deep but moving through her hot channel with a leisurely slide, savoring the way her tight muscles grasped and tried to lock down on his cock. He made certain to press hard on the bundle of nerves as he moved with lazy strokes. Color spread over her satiny skin, turning it a delicious rose. He kept his attention on her sweet spot, building her need.
All the while he could feel the power building in his body, his own need gathering. His balls tightened, signaling he wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. He felt the force gathering in her body. Building. Always building. Fists of desire gripped his thighs. Her thighs tensed. He could see her breath catching in her throat. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her delicate muscles, so scorching hot, locked down on his cock. He surged forward, hard. Several strokes. Over and over.
Azelie’s eyes widened in shock. The breath hissed from her throat. She cried out softly as the orgasm tore through her. The grasping, greedy muscles felt like a scorching fist, taking him flying with her. He drove through that paradise another three times, but then it was impossible to move. His cock jerked and pulsed in the silken fist as her body milked his, flinging him somewhere he’d never been before. He had the sensation of floating in another realm, surrounded by Azelie.
Maestro collapsed over her, holding her tight, his heart pounding out the rhythm of hers. He could feel her heartbeat around his shaft as his own throbbed in his cock. Never had he ever felt the way he was feeling. Not the bliss. Not the emotion. She might not be tied to him yet, but she owned him. He knew that. He would never be free of her. He didn’t want to be. He sent up a silent prayer to a higher power he wasn’t certain he believed in that she was the real thing. That she would never betray him.
TWELVE
Azelie wrapped herself in her largest robe. She’d taken a bath in her tiny bathtub and now she had to face what she’d done. She should have asked Andrii questions before she had sex with him. Now she didn’t know if she could bear to lose him. Still, she didn’t want to go into a relationship with her eyes closed.
Andrii was a scary man. Not in the same way Billows was scary, but there was no denying he was dangerous as hell. Just because he was so unfailingly sweet to her didn’t mean a relationship would work, especially with Billows looking over her shoulder and threatening anyone who came near her.
Andrii had been wonderful to her after having sex with her. He kissed her dozens of times, whispered how beautiful she was. How much she meant to him. How amazing she made him feel. He made her feel as if she were the only woman in the world. Still, that didn’t excuse the fact that she should have asked questions before.
Her apartment was extremely small, but she made certain she was a safe distance away from Andrii. He seemed to be able to cast a spell on her, and she had to have a clear mind when she asked him very important questions.
He was seated in one of her two comfortable chairs, his legs sprawled out, feet bare, wearing just jeans and his unbuttoned shirt. His laid-back position and the way he was dressed suggested an intimacy level she wasn’t sure she could cope with.
He had scars. A lot of them. Burn marks. Bullet scars. Ones from knives. What looked like whip marks. She hadn’t seen his back, but if his chest was covered in scars, she had to assume his back would be as well. He was heavily tattooed. She wanted to trace those tattoos with her tongue. Press kisses over the scars just as he had over her three. Three bullet wounds had seemed a lot until she saw his chest.