Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“I—I don’t know—I didn’t mean…” I stammer, my voice thick with emotion.
“You don’t need to,” he says in my ear, kissing my wet cheeks and damp forehead, and pulling me so close to him it hurts. “You were holding a lot back, and it’s come loose, but it’s okay now. Don’t try to stop now. You’re safe here. I’ve got you.”
Somehow, I know it to be true. Our relationship defies everything my logical brain tells me, and yet, here I am, held close and cherished. Any man who can comfort a sobbing mess like me, who can take my broken pieces laid bare by the strokes of punishment he gave me, has earned something I’ve given not one solitary soul on this earth. So, I let it go. I cry, and I cry, and I cry, until there are no more tears to be shed. I feel wrung dry like a limp dishcloth, hiccupping against his sopping wet chest, and still he holds me.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Christ, you’re brave. You know that?”
How can anyone call a woman who just wept like a child after a spanking brave?
“Brave?” I whisper, with a self-deprecating snort. “I just… how can you call me brave?”
“It takes so much courage to do what you just did,” he says. “I feel like Neil Fucking Armstrong stepping on the moon.”
“What?” I say, suddenly giddy and lighter than I’ve been in years. I’m laughing while hiccupping from the slobbering sob session I just had. “What do you mean?”
But he doesn’t answer. “Never mind that now,” he says. “Jesus, woman, what you do to me.” He hands me tissues and I unceremoniously blow my nose.
Standing with me still tucked against his chest, he moves slowly and I’m quiet. I don’t know what to say or what we do now. I’m exhausted yet buoyant. I want to thank him, and I don’t even know why, and the thought of him releasing me right now scares me.
“Don’t let me go just yet,” I whisper, then remember my manners. “Please, sir?”
“Let you go?” he says. “Hell no. I just found you.”
He’s laying me on my back on the bed but somehow, he doesn’t let go of me. I’m still wrapped in his arms, and he’s kneeling above me, one knee on either side, his arms under my back, and he’s kissing me. God, he’s kissing every inch of me but my mouth. My rumpled hair and wet cheeks and shoulders, and when he comes to my neck, I tip my head to the side and moan. I don’t even try to stop myself or hold back but let him ravish me with lips and teeth and tongue. Like a match to tinder, my body ignites. Just a moment ago, the last thing on my mind was sex, but he’s so strong, so powerful, so tender, I can’t help my instinctual arousal. My breasts swell and tingle, my nipples furling when he brushes a knuckle across the tender skin.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says. I love how his dignified persona fades at moments like this, as if somehow, unwittingly, I’ve undone his hard-won decorum. With slow, languid movements, he captures my wrists in his powerful hands and pins them above my head with one hand, the other hand tipping my chin up so he can kiss me. My hips rise to meet him, and I sigh. I don’t care about holding back anymore. Hell, I’m not sure I could if I wanted to.
He nips my lip and sucks it into his mouth, still pinning my wrists so tightly I’m powerless to stop anything he does. His mouth moves from my lips back to my cheek, then down to my jaw and back to my neck. I yelp when he sinks his teeth into the tender skin, hard enough to hurt, but the pain sends a bolt of desire between my thighs. A slow graze of his lips to the other side of my neck, and he bites again. This time my clit throbs, and I jerk my hips against him. I can feel the length of him pressed against my pussy. God, I want him to fuck me. Something tells me Liam Alexander fucks the way he wants, and that’s exactly what I need right now.
He moves his hand to his pocket, then the next thing I know he’s wrapping something soft and silky around my wrists, before he secures the loop on a hook on the bed. My hands are suspended above my head. I shiver when I realize this leaves me completely at his mercy.
“I was going to blindfold you,” he says. “To help you let go. But I don’t think that’s necessary tonight.” I shake my head, swallowing hard with what I know is coming. My body’s on fire, primed with want, and in that moment, I know the only one who can satisfy that need is him.