Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“I’m sure,” I whispered. His hands were knotted with mine so tightly my fingers were beginning to ache, but I didn’t want him to let go. And I didn’t want him to stop. His eyes narrowed with intensity, he pushed through the barrier. A sharp pain, and then a dull throb as he pushed deeper. Then the pleasure began building back, layer by layer.
“Oh,” I gasped as he slid all the way inside, filling me more completely than I’d known was possible.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, holding himself carefully still.
I tossed my head back and forth, overwhelmed. “No. It feels amazing.”
Something cracked behind his eyes as he stared down at me. I caught just a glimpse of it, like light shining out of a dark building, and then his eyes slid half shut again as he began pushing carefully in and out. His every movement sent ripples of pleasure through my entire body, but I felt hungry for more. If he hadn’t given me one orgasm already, I might not have known there was more to want, but since he had, I knew that the ripples weren’t spreading as far as they should. They weren’t building as high as they could.
“I won’t break,” I murmured, trying to wrap my legs around his and pull him deeper.
“I’m more worried about myself.” He freed one of my hands and skimmed his thumb over my lips as he moved in and out. Then he lowered it to where our bodies joined, and he began caressing my clit.
I gasped at the sensation. It was like pouring gasoline on a fire. It was what I’d been longing for. The ripples of pleasure became a tidal wave, swamping me. He picked up his pace, driving into me harder and longer, his cock and his hand working me into another plane of existence. The world swam, darkened. I heard a voice that didn’t sound like mine calling out his name, begging for more. I tasted the salty sheen of his shoulder when I bit into it, trying to muffle my cries. I felt him all around me, everywhere, inside and out, as the waves built higher, pushing me inexorably toward climax.
I began bucking up against him, even though his own powerful thrusts pushed my body deeper and deeper into the mattress. “Come for me, Selena,” he ordered, and it was like I was the one who had been waiting for permission now. Only seconds later, the wave that had been building crashed over me, drowning me in sensation. I cried out, and the sound mixed with his own guttural groan as he released into me.
And then slowly, we surfaced again to find ourselves wrapped around one another. His face buried in my hair; our legs twined together. He was still gripping one of my wrists, but his other hand had found mine. Our hearts were still slamming together, but our breath slowed.
I turned my head and kissed the side of his, tears in my eyes.
“Fuck,” he said, lifting his head and seeing them. “You regret it already?”
I laughed shakily. “I’ll never regret it. Not ever.”
Again, I saw the light in his eyes, like the moonlight stealing through the curtains. He started to speak, then changed his mind and lowered his mouth to mine in a long, lingering kiss.
Not ever, I repeated silently, and I knew that whatever happened between us, it was true. I would never regret what had just happened.
Not even when it ended.
23
DOMINIC
When I woke up the next morning, Selena curled against me, I waited for the indifference to roll over me like a noxious cloud. The impatience. The silent willing of her to leave. But as I stared at her smooth, bare shoulder, the way her hands were curled up underneath her chin, the thick black lashes spread out over her cheek, the slightly parted pink lips, all I felt was desire.
And not even desire to wake her up and sink into her again, which I would have understood. Instead, it was the desire to watch her sleep. To slip my arm back around her waist and settle into the pillow, breathing in the scent of her hair, and lay there for as long as it took. I wanted to be the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes.
A shiver of trepidation crept down my spine. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I’d never in my life wanted to be the first thing a woman saw when she woke up. The last thing before she went to bed, maybe, but not the first thing in the morning. Nonplussed, I eased myself out of bed as gently as possible and pulled on my drawstring sleep pants. I’d make her breakfast, I decided.
But after I made her breakfast and we ate it in bed, we didn’t get up until lunch. Then we made sandwiches in the kitchen, hungry but sated with something that had nothing to do with food. We ate outside on the back patio. She was wrapped up in my heavy black robe that swamped her small form. The sleeves kept falling down over her hands as she ate. It shouldn’t have been erotic, but it was.