Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Tell me something,” he whispers against my aching center. “Was that the first time someone has done that to you?”
I can only nod, and I’m answered with the most intoxicating rumble in his chest.
“Did you like it?”
I laugh, the sound almost strangled. “I will not answer that just to stroke your ego.”
He kisses my center, making me jump. “I’d rather have you stroke something else,” he murmurs against my aching flesh, and I swear I come again. I squeeze my eyes shut, and it’s crazy ’cause I’ve never wanted to give oral sex before, but I want to suck Dimitri dry.
Before I can vocalize that, he asks, “Janie, has anyone been inside you?”
“No,” I whisper, and then I look down at him. His eyes are wide, full of desire and pure admiration. Not once in my life have I ever felt as beautiful as I do right in this moment, under his gaze. I cup his face in my hand, running my thumb along his jaw, and very quietly, I whisper in Russian, “I want you to be the first.”
I have never in my life spoken truer words than I am right now.
I want him to be my first and, if I can be ever so bold, my only.
twenty-nine
Dimitri
I want you to be the first.
Not only do the words shake me to my core, but they also awaken every nerve in my body because she said them in Russian.
As if they were only ever meant for me.
I knew it. I knew I was in trouble the moment she swung a stick at my head.
Very slowly, without breaking eye contact, I slide her leg off my shoulder and stand before her. Her eyes hold mine, not looking away, as I take her in my arms, her naked body warm against mine. I glide my nose along hers, our lips grazing as I search her eyes. I want to scream yes and take her right here, but I also have to use restraint. I don’t know what her sexual abuse entailed, and I don’t want to do anything to trigger that. It pleases me to know she was never touched in the spot I just worshiped, but it also scares me that I could have hurt her. Though, I doubt I did.
“Say something,” she whispers against my lips. “I don’t want you to think—”
“You’re weird. That ship has sailed,” I tease, and her lips curve. “Janie, I’m processing.”
“Processing?”
“Yeah. See,” I say, taking a deep breath in and letting it out my nose, “my need tells me to take you right here, against this door, and lose myself in you, make you scream things you didn’t even know you could. The things I want to do to you scare me, and I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you—”
“You won’t hurt me. I want it,” she says slowly, searching my gaze. “I want all those things.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, breathless.
She presses her lips together. “Not to sound like a feral sex freak or anything.”
My lips quirk. “No. I’d never put you in that category, my beautiful Lizza—er, I mean, Austen.”
She smacks my chest, and I laugh against her lips as she glares. “I finished the book, by the way.”
“Good girl,” I say, brushing my thumb along her bottom lip. “We’ll have to try the last scene sometime.”
Her eyes flash with desire. “You don’t have bat wings.”
“I’m sure I can order some off Amazon, and I’ve already got the fangs,” I tease, and her cheeks darken.
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m yours,” I say, and her breath catches. I take her lips, squeezing my eyes shut as the kiss loses all restraint. The words I say, I mean them with everything inside me, but that doesn’t mean they don’t scare me. I slide my hands down her back to her hips, pressing her hard into the door. My cock is throbbing against her, and I can feel her slickness taunting me, calling for me. I want nothing more than to disappear inside her and never return. I press my tongue into her lips, and she opens her mouth without hesitation. I grip her hips, and I know I shouldn’t; I know I should wait until I can lay her down, but I don’t want to.
I pull my mouth from hers, breathing hard against her lips. “Janie.”
She presses her hips into mine, sliding my cock along her sweet pussy, her release covering me and making it really hard to even form words. “Yes?”
“I’m not a virgin.”
She snorts at that. Not what I expected, though I can’t help but grin. “I am well aware, Dimitri. I don’t care.”
I swallow uncertainly. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“For your very adventurous sex life?”
She chuckles at that. “I have irregular periods. It helps with that.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound fun.”
“It’s not,” she says, holding my gaze. “Stop stalling.”