Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Music saved you,” he murmurs.
“Well—yes,” I say. “I guess it did. That’s not what I expected you to say.”
“What did you expect me to say?” he says, a growl thrumming beneath his words.
“Something along the lines of ‘Get the fuck out of here, you freak,’ I guess.”
“Are you joking?” he snarls, spinning me around in a quick motion, and then moving his hands to my face to guide my gaze to his. His eyes flicker intensely. “Jesus, Dakota. Do you think this changes how I see you?”
“It makes things more complicated,” I rage, brushing his hands away and striding over to the window.
I stare out at Sparky, who’s diving over and over into a big mound of snow, emerging on the other side with a wide grin.
An insane note of jealousy touches me as I watch him.
Life is so much easier for a dog, happiness always right there, ready for the taking, without any of the attendant anxiety and second-guessing we humans are forced to endure.
“How?” Damian snarls, staying in his place by the fire, his voice flaring over to me.
“Um, because now it means I’m not this crazy sex goddess, you know? You called me that. A sex goddess. But I’m not. What we just did … that was the first orgasm I’ve ever had that wasn’t—”
I bite down, shame pricking at me.
“That you didn’t give yourself,” he finishes for me.
“Yeah,” I say, a strangled quality to my voice. “Exactly.”
“I heard,” he snarls, stalking across the room.
He loops his arms around my body and squeezes me close to him, his rock solid manhood driving through his pants against my ass cheeks, stroking through the thin fabric of my skirt and panties.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you sounded?” he says, mouth close to my ear, breath whispering hotly. “Moaning and singing in your lust. Goddamn, it almost made me explode. Do you really think I give a damn if you’re a virgin? Actually, you’re right. I do care.”
“You do?” I whisper, heart thudding like it’s trying to shatter me open.
I knew it.
“Yes,” he snarls, spinning me toward him again. He stares down at me, jaw tight, his pale eyes pinning me in place. A light smirk touches his lips. “It makes me want you more. To think … I get to be the first one to feel how hot and wet your pussy is. I get to be the first one to feel it go all tight and needy around my cock as you come for me, as you come over and over and over …”
“But that’s the point,” I whisper, anxiety battling with desire, a silent invisible war within me. “What if I can’t do any of that? What if I disappoint you?”
“You won’t,” he snaps fiercely. “All you have to do is be naked, Dakota. Just be naked and I’ll be the most feral bastard you’ve ever seen.”
“Well, you already are that,” I giggle, somehow finding the laughter. It feels good to let a little of the heartache go. “But do you mean it, really? I thought you’d be …”
“What?” he laughs deeply, the sound – the feel – the everything of it bolstering me. “Disgusted?”
“Yeah,” I admit.
He brings his face close to mine, holding it there for a moment, our noses touching, tickling.
“There is nothing in this world that could make me feel disgusted with you, Dakota,” he snarls.
He kisses me hard, the passion tingling my lips and moving over my cheeks. I wrap my arms around him as though we’ve done this a hundred times before, as though we were fated to kiss a long time ago.
Don’t get ahead of yourself, a voice warns sternly. He might not be put off by you being a virgin, but if he knew how crazy your thoughts were getting, he’d be gone. Remember that.
I push the voice away and focus on the welcome roughness of his lips, opening my mouth and finding his tongue, hungrily seeking out the just-Damian taste of him.
My sex gets wet and tingling again, but then I forcibly stop the kiss, having to make a giant effort as my womb screams at me to keep going, to take him, all of him, every last drop of his seed he has to offer.
“I … uh … I don’t think I’m ready tonight,” I say quietly. “It’s all so crazy. I want to—I really want to, but …”
“There’s no rush,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead softly and then taking a giant step back.
“Okay, dramatic,” I giggle.
He smirks. “Standing near you turns me to dynamite, Dakota,” he snarls. “It’s only a matter of time before I explode. I’m going to have to be very goddamn careful not to lose control with you until you’re ready because once I start on that body of yours, I won’t be able to stop.”