Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“This is huge.” She stands in front of the wide window at the back of the house that looks out on the woods and down into the valley below. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“It’s home for now.” I place Orion’s items in the kitchen, and he goes right to his food bowl.
Orchid yawns. “It’s beautiful. The kitchen alone is worth more than my entire house.”
I can tell she wants to ask more questions–mainly about why I have such a nice place when I’ve been living next door to her in a small cottage without ever mentioning my lodge. Then again, I’m not known for my talkative nature. Orchid’s the only one who’s ever gotten me to open up, but I have to be careful about what I tell her. There’s no need to scare her with my family history and all its bloody implications.
“It’s your home now. Treat it as such, all right?”
She nibbles her bottom lip. “Okay.”
“Now, let’s get you to bed.” I take her hand and lead her past the living room and down the back of the house to our room. It’s decorated the same as the rest of the place–rustic with knotted pine rafters and a bed I made from the nicest pieces of silver birch I’ve ever found.
“This really is a fairy tale.” She drags her fingers along the footboard of the large bed. “I had no idea how right I was when I said that before.”
“Well, at this point you definitely need to be the sleeping beauty.” I guide her to the ensuite and roll her bag in behind her. “Get ready for bed.”
She turns and rests her palms on my chest. When she looks up at me, I feel something inside me shift. I’ve got her in the safest place in the world. Just the two of us. I’ve fantasized about this for so long that I seem to be coasting along, feeling every happy sensation as it lands. Other sensations too, darker ones that make me wet my lips and imagine even more with Orchid.
“We’re sleeping in here together?”
“Yes.” I won’t entertain anything else. Not when she’s in danger. Not when she’s right here in front of me with her scent and her mouth and all the innocence she carries inside her like a hidden treasure. She’s my treasure, and I want to enjoy her now–but I can’t. She needs rest, especially after being traumatized by those two pricks from her past.
“Good.” She gets onto her tiptoes and brushes her lips against mine.
“Shouldn’t have done that.” I grip her waist and claim her mouth. Her kiss wasn’t enough, and it might never be enough, because when I taste her fully, something goes primal in my brain. I want her. Now. In every way that matters.
Reaching down, I lift her by her ass and carry her into the bathroom. Setting her on the vanity, I place one hand at her throat and angle her head. She moans as I kiss her deeply, our tongues moving against each other as I let my need take control. I’ve wanted her for so long that I can’t seem to calm the fuck down and just let her be.
I ease one hand to her breast and cup it gently through her shirt. That pulls another moan from her, and she arches her back. I flick my thumb over her hard nipple, a low groan in my throat as I feel her.
Without warning, I reach down beneath her shirt and cup her again, this time skin to skin.
She clutches my shoulders and scoots forward until I feel her hot cunt pressing against my cock. When I knead her breast, she arches again, her body willing and warm, bending to my raging need.
When she moves her hips and rubs against me, I swear I could come in my pants. I have to pull away, to stop myself from going too far.
She makes a frustrated noise.
It lights up my need again, and I pull her shirt up and dip my head to her breast. When I suck her perfect nipple into my mouth, she grips my hair and pulls. “Sully!”
I move to the other, sucking and licking until her hips are moving, her body seeking release.
“I need you,” she whimpers.
I return to her mouth and slide my fingers beneath her panties, all the way to her soaked pussy, and when I start to rub her clit, she throws her head back.
“Like that, Petal? You’re just as soft here. You know that?” I can’t think, can’t do anything except give her what she needs. “So fucking perfect for me. Such a good girl.”
She cries out, her hips freezing, and she lets out the sexiest moan as she comes. She shatters apart, her back still arched as I stroke her clit and press my lips to her tender throat. I wring it out of her, getting every little aftershock.