His Mansion (Sheltered by Him #2) Read Online Frankie Love

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella Tags Authors: Series: Sheltered by Him Series by Frankie Love
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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
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I’ve never felt anything like this before. The intensity of it. The need. Every part of me is burning for him, and I can’t stop the soft moan that escapes my lips as his hands move over me, tugging at my clothes.

"Nathan..." I breathe, my voice trembling.

But he doesn’t stop. His lips trail down my neck, his hands pulling my dress over my head and tossing it aside. I shiver as the cool air hits my bare skin, but his hands are warm as they slide over my body, exploring every curve, every inch of me.

NATHAN

I can barely breathe as I look down at her. Isabella is spread out beneath me on the bed, her skin glowing in the firelight. The way she looks at me, like I’m the only thing anchoring her in this world, sends a wave of possessive desire through me.

Slowly, I peel away her clothes, and she lets me. Her eyes stay locked on mine, wide and trusting, and it makes me want to worship every inch of her. The dress she wore tonight now off her body, revealing the creamy skin of her chest, the soft rise and fall of her full breasts, and the delicate curve of her hips.

I undress her with reverence, my hands running over her smooth skin, lingering at the edges of her lace bra before I unhook it, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts are perfect, full and round, and I can’t stop myself from leaning down and taking one into my mouth, sucking gently.

She gasps, her body arching into me, and the sound of her pleasure ignites something inside me. I trail kisses down her neck, down to her breasts, swirling my tongue over one nipple and then the other, savoring the way her skin responds to me. Her hands are on my shoulders, clutching at me, as if she’s trying to hold on.

“Isabella,” I murmur, my voice rough as I kiss my way lower. My hand slides down her side, across the smooth curve of her hip, and then I find the waistband of her panties. I tug them down, slow and deliberate, and she trembles beneath me, her body laid bare.

Her scent fills the air, sweet and intoxicating, and I can feel how wet she is, how ready she is for me. But I’m not going to rush this. I want her to feel everything.

I run my hand up her thigh, spreading her legs gently, and then I slide my fingers over her slick folds. She’s soaking wet, and when I slip one finger inside her, she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed.

“God, Nathan...” she whispers, her voice breathless.

I smile against her skin, feeling her body tighten around my finger. She’s so tight, so warm, and the thought of being inside her, of claiming her completely, sends a surge of heat through me. But first I want her to feel every bit of pleasure I can give her.

I add another finger, pumping slowly, watching her face as she moans, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with every breath. She’s trembling beneath me, her hands clutching the sheets, and I can feel her getting closer.

“Let go, Isabella,” I murmur, my thumb brushing over her clit. “I want to see you come for me.”

She moans louder, her body writhing beneath my touch, and when I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot, she comes undone. Her whole body tightens, her breath catching in her throat as she shudders around my fingers, her orgasm rolling through her in waves.

I don’t stop. I keep stroking her, drawing out her pleasure, watching as she trembles, her moans filling the room. She’s beautiful like this, lost in the moment, and when I finally pull my fingers out, they’re slick with her wetness.

I bring them to my mouth, tasting her. “You taste so sweet,” I whisper, and she blushes, her body still trembling.

But I’m not done. I lean down, kissing her again, my hands sliding over her breasts, her stomach, everywhere. I’ve never wanted someone this badly before, never felt this kind of need, and the way she responds to me only makes me want her more.

She reaches for me, her fingers brushing over the waistband of my pants, and I let her undress me. Her hands tremble as she pulls my shirt over my head, and when she finally pushes my pants down, my cock springs free, hard and throbbing.

Her eyes widen as she stares at me, and I can see the uncertainty flicker across her face, but there’s something else there, too—something raw, something that pulls me closer.

She reaches for me, her hand wrapping around my length, and I groan at the feel of her soft fingers stroking me. I watch her face as she touches me, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed, and I can barely hold on.


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