Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 139934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 700(@200wpm)___ 560(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 700(@200wpm)___ 560(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
He yanked her fingers from her and licked them clean. “Next time you decide to get yourself off, I want to know you’re doing it.”
Kneeling between her thighs, he pressed his cock to her. In his fist, he felt heavy and thick, like a steel rod with no give in it. He watched as he pushed the crown deeper, watched as her body began to slowly swallow his. It was sexy and remarkable. Sensual and sinful. Her lips stretched to accommodate his girth, just as her mouth did when she took him down. He loved her body and the way she strained to accept every inch of him.
“What does this feel like to you?”
“Possession. Belonging. Yours. It burns, but in a good way. You’re going too slow though. I need you to …” She tried to force him to take her faster, to impale herself on him.
“This is mine. For me this time.”
She stopped moving immediately. “I’m sorry. I did promise you that, and I meant it. Whatever you want. However you need me. I want to give that to you.”
Already she’d given him so much. The coppery taste was gone and in its place was all Ashe, that sweet spice that was her. He felt her everywhere. He had her in his heart. In his mind, he had her in his body. Now, she surrounded him like a living flame, squeezing him tightly, stroking his cock with those small, strong muscles.
He didn’t let the feeling overwhelm him or drive him. He took his time, savoring her, registering each separate layer of beauty she gave him. Taking everything in. The love on her face, the adoration in her eyes, the way her breasts swayed with every movement of his body, the ragged little pants that nearly destroyed his ability to keep his body from letting the fire consume them both fast.
“You’re a fucking miracle, Ashe. What you give to me.”
Her gaze never left his face, even when her smile turned to a hitch of shock as he surged deep and then held himself still. “Anything, Timur.”
He believed her. His woman. He took a breath and began to move in her, wanting her to feel his love with every stroke. “I’m not good at relationships, baby. I’m going to fuck things up often, so what I want is patience. I want to give you so much back that in those times, you’ll remember and you’ll have patience with me.”
If it was possible, her face softened even more and her eyes went watery. “I think I can manage that.”
He took his time for another few minutes, wanting to feel every grip of her sheath, that silken fist strangling him. And when he couldn’t take it anymore, he got down to business.
18
AMBROISE Tregre wasn’t taken downstairs to the rooms below the house. Timur didn’t want him to know anything about those rooms unless it was necessary. The man had an eye for detail and a memory that allowed him to draw anything he saw. Timur didn’t need that room hanging on a wall of a gallery someday. If it became obvious that Ambroise was part of the Tregre conspiracy, he would be taken to that room never to leave.
It was after midnight when the two brothers arrived back in San Antonio after having driven back to New Orleans. A plane had been sent for them and both, thankfully, had gotten aboard without needing weapons to persuade them.
Ambroise paced the length of the den. He didn’t look at Timur but looked up and down the walls, along the floorboards and up to the ceiling. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?” he asked abruptly, coming to a halt in the middle of the room. “You’re here talking to me instead of Fyodor because you’re head of security, not because you’re his brother.”
Timur nodded, studying the kid. He was older than Evangeline, but he looked younger. He was nervous, but not necessarily scared. He clearly wasn’t aware this meeting was life or death for him. Timur didn’t enlighten him. Sometimes, it was easier to get information by not asking a question, but waiting to hear what the other person had to say. He waited in silence.
Ambroise sighed. “We’re never going to be free of what comes with our name. My grandfather was a vicious murderer. He liked to beat men and women equally, because it made him feel powerful. Unfortunately …” He trailed off and shook his head.
Timur waited. Hands in pocket. He leaned against the wall, ankles crossed, looking as if he would be at a disadvantage if a fight ensued. Ambroise had a leopard. That meant he would be fast and could easily leap the distance to Timur. Timur wasn’t in the least bit worried. Temnyy was fast and experienced. Ambroise’s leopard wouldn’t stand a chance against him.