Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I hit his other arm, and he chuckles. “Stop pretending you’re dying if you’re not, Alek. You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
I search for a bandage in the kit, and I can feel him staring at me.
“Why are you really here, Alek?” I ask, wrapping the bandage around his shoulder. I learned a thing or two from Archer, but he still needs to have it checked out.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” he says, his gaze locked on me intently.
“Liar.”
“I wanted to come here, Lena. I really wanted to see you. Had to.” His arm raises, and he looks at me, his hand suspended as if he wants to touch my cheek. “Can I touch you?” I look at his hand, which is immaculately clean despite the rest of his arm.
“I may be dirty,” I whisper.
“You aren’t. You are anything but,” he says as his hands land on my bare stomach just below the hem of my short tank top. His hands wrap around my waist, warm and surprisingly gentle.
For a killer, he sure knows how to touch.
Something is oddly intimate about his bare hands, as if more than the physical barrier has lessened.
“Aleksandr.” At the sound of his name, his grip tightens on me.
“Say it again,” he demands quietly. I look at him and touch his chest, careful not to hurt him.
“Aleksandr,” I say just as he stands so quickly, I can’t even prepare myself. His arms are under my ass, and my legs go around his waist, as he walks me backward until we hit the wall.
“Your arm,” I breathe out, but his mouth is on mine, taking away any concern. I feel his hands all over me, sliding up and down while they hold me to him. Like glue.
Inseparable.
Undeniable.
Fucking painful if we don’t see it through.
He walks into my bedroom and gently lays me on my back as he comes down on top of me. I can feel all of him against me, his warmth and touch, as if he’s memorizing every part of me.
I’m being consumed entirely.
It’s more than a kiss.
So far, only touch alone.
Touch—the thing he feared most but is making an exception for me.
“You’re touching me,” I whisper. He nods and locks eyes with me, those forest-green orbs taking my breath away. “How does it feel?”
“Fucking incredible,” he says before he moves down, and his lips touch mine. His body presses me into the mattress, and before I can stop myself, my hands start moving, trying to tear off the remainder of his clothes. I want them off, and I want him.
He complies and moves with me so I can undo his pants and pull them down. I reach for my own shirt and break away from the kiss as he helps me pull it off so my breasts are bare in front of him. I shove at my shorts and shimmy them down. I don’t sleep with underwear on, so now I’m naked, and so is he.
I notice his injury is still bleeding, and start to have second thoughts. He notices it because he moves quickly, taking me as if I’m his God-given right. His mouth assaults my nipple, and he sucks and bites before moving on to the other one. I drag my hands up and down his back, scraping my nails as I go, before he moves even lower. His mouth leaves kisses over my stomach as he trails downward before he reaches where I ache for him most.
“You are such a good girl,” he croons, looking up at me. He touches me between my legs, and I spread them a little wider. “See, you know how to behave,” he says as he inserts a finger, and I arch into his touch.
He moves his head lower until he kisses me just above where I want him. I look down at him and watch, enthralled, as his tongue darts out and makes its way down to my slit. He makes sure to taste all of me before he gets there. When he does, my hips buck, and he moves one of his strong, veiny hands—fuck, they’re nice hands—and pushes my pelvis down, holding me in place, then slides his tongue up and down.
“Fuck,” I gasp as he continues the slow and torturous pleasure. He slides another finger in. “Fuuuuck,” I say again, unable to help myself.
“I think that mouth needs to be washed out with my cock,” he murmurs against my pussy. A smile tugs at my lips as he continues finger fucking and licking me. He keeps going until my knees start to shake, my hips strain against his hold, and a scream rips from my throat.
“My good girl,” he says as I come all over his hand and mouth.
CHAPTER 29
Aleksandr
If I could get her to scream my name all the time, I fucking would. She sits up with a look on her face that is pure bliss. Pure fucking glowing sunshine.