Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Again the wind was doing its thing outside and the trees seemed to be having a party, swaying and rocking, with branches knocking against my window.
The sound soon soothed me into slumber, and I fell off into a deep sleep, with his beautiful eyes following after me.
My dreams that night were...oh boy. They started out like all the others, but then suddenly, they shifted and became more, so much more.
Instead of being followed on a long stretch of deserted road, I found myself in a darkened room, with barely a sliver of moonlight swathed across a wooden floor.
I was alone on a bed, laying on sheets of silk and my body felt warm. I could sense someone in the room, watching, but instead of fear I felt, hopeful.
There was the barest sound of a breath coming from the corner. My heart was racing in my chest, but not in total fear. It was as if I were anticipating...something.
I sat up and looked towards the corner, making out the shape that stood there. My heart thumped and my skin burned hotter as my body, of its own volition, moved and slid across the sheets wantonly.
Before he moved into the sparse light, I knew it was him. I watched him with bated breath as he moved, his feet seeming to glide across the floor.
The first touch of his hand against my cheek brought such pleasure. I closed my eyes as I snuggled into his palm; so familiar, I felt like crying.
His thumb moved across my lips until they fell open, then it drifted inside, past my teeth, until it rested on my tongue. Without being told, I sucked.
I reveled in the hiss of his indrawn breath and teasingly bit down. He withdrew his finger and bent over me, laying me back gently against the pillow.
There were no words passed between us, just our eyes looking into each other, as he lowered his head and licked the skin between my breasts.
I felt a slight sting from his teeth, as he took my flesh between them and sucked hard enough, that I felt it between my thighs.
My body writhed and I wanted to beg him to touch me there, it hurt so good. And though no one had ever explored my flesh, somehow I knew, that his fingers would ease the ache.
I felt the blush cover my body at my lascivious thoughts, but this was a dream, I could do or want anything in the privacy of my dreams.
“Not yet lyubov moya.” Even his voice touched something deep inside me, as I felt heat unfurl in my tummy and run down to my secret places, adding to the fire already raging there.
I wanted his mouth, needed it like I needed my next breath. But he evaded my every attempt to get him to kiss me.
Instead he took soft nibbles around my lips, and up to my ears. His chest felt hard and strong as he pulled me in close.
“You disobeyed me today, that’s a no-no. I’ll let you off the hook this time, but if you should do so again, you will be punished. Do you understand me?”
How could a threat make my pulse race, and my blood grow feverish? Before I could answer him one way or another, I felt his fingers caress my nipple, before he squeezed down ever so gently, sending shock waves through my body.
“Ohhh...” I couldn’t hold back the wanton cry as he changed nipples. My legs were moving sensually against each other, as I tried to ease the ache that seemed to have taken on a life of its own.
He looked down into my eyes and something teased the edges of my mind fleetingly, but then drifted away.
“My beautiful Jasmine; ya lyublyu tebya.”
“What...what does it mean?” My voice was barely above a whisper and I could hardly breathe, as I tried to get him to cover me, to put out this heat between my thighs.
He just smiled and traced his finger from my nipple to the pulse that beat out of control in my throat.
Then, finally, he covered my body with his. My hips cradled his as his hard warmth pressed into the junction of my thighs.
“Oh, Thorn...” I couldn’t help the movement of my hips as I ground myself into what had to be a very big, and very hard penis.
“It’s okay love.” How did he know? I had just begun to feel fear at the strange feelings that were unfurling rapidly in my tummy and especially between my heated thighs.
He ground himself into me harder and I saw stars as my body sought to keep up with his. I knew what we were doing was a pantomime of the sex act, but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
He rubbed himself back and forth along that most sensitive place between my thighs as his hands caressed my breasts almost aggressively.