Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
We stare at each other for several beats. I hadn’t planned on having this conversation now, but maybe it’s best to get it all out in the open before we move forward. Or at least part of it. “You could have told me you were pregnant.”
“I thought you might stop me.”
Again, she underestimates me. I lean forward. “One of these days, you’ll see the truth of me.” I hesitate. “Are you okay? Did it—”
“I’m fine.” She clears her throat. “Mostly fine. I’ve recovered physically, but it rocked me a little more than I expected.” She lifts her chin. “I don’t regret it.”
“Good.” I’m not sure if I believe her about the recovery, though. It’s only been a couple weeks. Surely it takes longer than that.
So. No penetration tonight. There are other options. Guess I’ll get on my knees for her again after all.
I hook my foot under her chair and drag it to me. Her little yip of surprise feeds my soul. The way her dark eyes light up when I move to kneel between her legs adds ten years to my life.
I press a light kiss to the scar on her thigh. “No biting tonight.”
“Are you promising not to bite or telling me not to bite you?”
I nudge her thighs wider. “I’m never going to tell you not to bite me. Wearing your scars is sexy as fuck.”
“Oh.” Her lips part and her legs shake against my palms. She’s quivering like a fucking leaf, but she meets my gaze steadily. “I like you wearing my scars, too.”
Gods, but I love this woman.
I lean down and press an open-mouthed kiss to her pussy through her panties. She’s so soaked, I groan against the thin fabric.
How can you miss something you barely had to begin with? It doesn’t matter.
She sinks her hands into my hair without hesitation, lifting her hips to meet my tongue. I lick her until the fabric is drenched, until she’s moaning and thrashing. Only then do I nuzzle her panties aside and allow myself unrestricted access to her pussy. She’s slick and soft and all mine.
Her first orgasm catches both of us by surprise. She makes a surprised little sound, and then she’s trying to take my head off at the neck with her thighs. An honorable way to go if there ever was one.
I give her clit a long lick. “That’s a good start.”
Her hands in my hair get more insistent. “Come here.”
“I’m not done.”
“Asterion.”
Does she know what hearing my name on her lips does to me?
She’s the only one who calls me by that name. I went by the Minotaur in the ring, and that’s who Minos brought into his household. The brutal killer. That’s all anyone sees when they look at me, and I’ve never mourned that truth.
But not Ariadne.
“Asterion.”
I finally lift my head. Only then does she continue. Her eyes are heavy-lidded with the pleasure I gave her.
“You aren’t, by chance, denying me your cock because you’re worried about hurting me, are you?”
My skin heats even though I have no reason to be embarrassed. But in a world where every soft part of me has been systematically carved out, it feels almost like a flaw. Ariadne, on the other hand, always puts others first. She wouldn’t think twice about hurting herself if it made others happy… If it meant a little pleasure for her.
She needs someone to look out for her.
Instead of answering with words, I stand and scoop her up, moving us over to the couch. That will be more comfortable for her. She sinks back, opening her legs for me once again. Her mouth might say she doesn’t trust me, but she gives me her body readily. I settle back into place and drag my tongue over her center. She melts a little bit for me in response, and I reward her by slipping inside. Just a taste. Soft. Gentle. Fucking sweet.
After that, Ariadne doesn’t have the breath to argue with me. Not for a long, long time. At one point, I allow her a small break and she promptly dozes off, snoring lightly. It gives me the opportunity to wake her up with my tongue, to tease her into an orgasm when she’s still got sleep clinging to her. We were supposed to talk, but fuck if I want to stop long enough to start fighting again. Making my woman come is an addiction I have no plans on denying. Not tonight.
The sky is lightening with the first hint of dawn when I finally tug her clothes back on her languid body. She’s practically drunk from all the orgasms, and she’s sweetly trusting as I urge her to her feet and guide her down to the street where the car I called is idling.
I tuck her into the back seat and grab her jaw. “Ariadne.”