Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
His features sort of hazy and indistinct, his face is so close to mine like this. But I don’t need to see to know he’s still smiling. And so am I. Relief. So much of it.
“Mila?”
“Yes?” I answer, a little dazed.
“Lose the fucking attitude.”
My spine stiffens, but that’s as far as I get as Fin presses his thumb to my kiss-tingling bottom lip. Everything inside me seems to contract as he pushes it into my mouth. My brain switches off, my mind now completely blank as he pulls my lip down.
This shouldn’t feel sexy but, oh.
“You’re all in your head.” His tongue coasts over the exposed skin. “Do you know what that means?”
I shake my head, my movement limited.
“It means I can’t enjoy your body.” His pulls away. I rub my lips together, a little dazed. “Because your body is mine, remember? That’s what we agreed.”
My body likes the sound of that, of being owned. Being coveted. Not that I have time to fully process as he spins me around to face the dark wood dressing table. The top is cluttered with cosmetics; a brush thick with my dark strands, a bottle of my perfume, and me, naked, in the mirror. And not just to the skin.
“See how beautiful you are.” His words are a bare breath across the back of my neck. “Look at yourself, Mila. See what everyone else sees. What I fucking see.”
I see . . . me. I’ve been seeing me in the mirror for almost thirty years, and I’m no great shakes.
“Why can’t we just move to the . . .” As I turn my head over my shoulder, my words trail away.
“Bed?” His breath is hot and his lips a flirting tease as his hands skim my body, taking in the shapes of my breasts, my hips. “I love how those big brown eyes watch me,” he murmurs as his fingers loop my wrist. “Just taking everything in.”
I straighten as he pulls gently, settling my fingers to the back of his neck.
“You make me so goddamned hot.” His tone all husk and want as his knuckle brushes from my wrist down.
I not only feel but see my reaction as my gaze moves back to the mirror without really noticing. My breasts rise and my nipples tighten as I sink into him. Sink into the solidness of his body.
“Yeah, like that.” His hand snakes around me, heat rising through my skin. Capturing my nipple between scissored fingers, he gives a soft tug.
My reaction is multidimensional. The sensation, the way I arch into his caress, and the sight of myself in the mirror. It’s all so much.
“I want you like this.” His eyes meet mine, as dark and as somber as thunderclouds. “I want you to see what I do to you. What you do to me.” His hand flat to my stomach feels as hot as any brand when he presses me between his palm and his cock. “I want you to take your pleasure, Mila.”
I whimper as his free hand cups my breast.
“See it in the color that rises on your skin.”
“Touch me,” I plead, need surging through me. “Fuck me.”
“Mila.” He makes a warning of my name. “An offer like that, and I might not be a gentleman.”
My head floods with such images. His thumb in my mouth. His cock. His hands in my hair, his gratification as he holds me there.
“Please,” I whisper, sliding his hand lower, pressing it between my legs. Because the woman in the mirror looks like the kind who knows what she wants. Such dark, languid eyes, and a soft sigh of relief as Fin’s fingers part her flesh like a piece of overripe fruit.
His bicep flexes against my side, the veins in his forearm standing proud. All that heavenly musculature, that movement just for the pads of his fingers to circle my clit.
“You’re so pink and so pretty and glistening for me.”
I sigh, elongating my body and widening my stance to deepen the heavenly contact.
“Do you like that, darling Mila?” He smiles as though remembering. Double darling. His fingers slide lower, gathering my wetness to paint over the rise of my clit. “Shall I slide my fingers inside? Fuck you with my fingers?”
I nod, feeling as though I might burst from my skin, and I give a taut gasp as he does just that.
“So fucking beautiful,” he purrs as we both bear witness to my pleasure in the mirror. “Watch. See how you glisten.”
And I do. Oh, God, I do. I watch as he makes a V of his fingers, exposing the velvet skin to the mirror. He begins to circle, pet, and strum that tight bundle of nerves as the sounds of my pleasure rise through the room. My cries become louder, bouncing from the walls as my fingers tighten, my nails piercing on the nape of his neck.