Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“I told you why.” I can’t stop myself. Not when she’s wrapped around me like this. Instead of being smart, I press my lips to her neck and suck her sweet skin.
She moans and presses her cunt against me, moving slightly, looking for friction. “I don’t care about your stupid reasons. I don’t care about any of it. I just want you, Diego.”
I stare into her beautiful eyes. “You can’t mean that.” My voice is suddenly hoarse, unexpected emotion rising inside me.
“I mean every word.” She stares at me, iron in her words. “I’ve been throwing myself at you since we got here. I’ve never done that. I’ve never done—” Her cheeks pinken. “Any of the things I’ve done with you, and I’ve certainly never done the one thing I’m dying to do with you.” She moves her hips, that friction between her body and mine setting off a brand-new ache in my balls.
Virgins. Both of us.
When I kiss her this time, I stop fighting it, stop trying to figure out how to save my heart. It’s gone. She already has it in her soft hands, and she’s had it from the moment I saw her. I only hope that she keeps it safe and doesn’t regret giving herself to me, the brute who would do anything just to kiss her lips or hear her sing.
“You’re mine now, songbird.” I turn and carry her to our room, my lips never leaving hers and my intentions perfectly clear.
7
AURORA
He drops me onto the bed. I stare up at the beast of the man that looms over me. He’s easily twice my size, but for some reason I’ve never been afraid of him. He’s more of a gentle giant when it comes to me. I think it has something to do with the way he looks at me. He thinks he is this monster of a man, but every time his eyes are on me, they soften. I can see the want for me in them.
It had drawn me to him. He is so different from the people I’ve met in my past. He has nothing to gain from wanting me. He doesn’t have an ulterior motive. He wants me for me. Not for my money, or fame, or any other thing that people have tried to get close to me for in the past.
“So…” I ask, not sure what to do next. I thought he might take the lead. I’ve never done this before, and I’m pretty sure we’re going all the way this time. “Should I get naked?” I suggest. I sit up on my knees and pull my shirt off then toss it away. My bra is the next article of clothing to go. I watch as Diego’s breathing gets heavier. It pushes me on. I lean back, taking my pants off next, which leaves me naked in his bed.
He still doesn’t make a move. He continues to stand at the edge of the bed and stare at me. His eyes roam over my body. I’ve had plenty of men watch me perform onstage in the past. But Diego's eyes are like a touch. I can feel them on my skin.
“Your turn.” I smile at him.
Being naked is natural for me. I’m comfortable in my own skin. I’ve never done a nude scene or anything like that, but sometimes you have to change outfits during shows. There’s no time for me to be modest or shy then. I usually only have a few minutes before I’m due back on stage.
“I’m not as flawless as you.”
I crawl over to the side of the bed. “I want you.”
He lets me pull his shirt off over his head. Multiple scars mar his body. I stare in amazement at him. “You look like a true warrior,” I tell him. I kiss one scar and then another. His eyes fall closed, but one of his hands tangles into my hair. He tightens his grip, causing my eyes to meet his.
“What have I done to deserve you, my little songbird?” I place one last kiss to his chest before I answer.
“You caught me.” I lick my lips. “Maybe I’ve been searching for an owner. Maybe I want you to keep me here as if this were a cage. Maybe I’ve finally found one I want to be kept in.”
A deep rumble comes from him. His arm comes around me, and he lifts me, easily putting me in the center of the bed. I lock my legs around him as we kiss.
I think I could kiss him forever, but my body has other ideas. I work my hips back and forth, trying to get the friction I need. I know Diego isn't putting all his weight on me, but when I try to dry hump him, he presses down to stop me. Ugh. I whimper in need.