Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“I love you, Viviana.”
“I knew you did.”
No, Anton certainly didn’t need to control himself. There wasn’t even a little part of him that wanted anything other than slow and gentle, his hands all over her and her kisses dotting the underside of his jaw.
She needed easy.
She needed sweet.
He needed her.
Anton knew when her body started to wake like it should. Her legs widened further, her breathless whispers turned into gasps against his cheek. Her fingers dug into his sides as her heels pressed into his lower back.
She moved with him, careful and quiet under the blanket until her legs shook and his name was in her mouth all over again.
He wasn’t too far behind and he held her face in his palms all the while, watching her as she took him beautifully.
“Giving this to me makes you mine, Vine. I don’t care about who comes after, or the in-betweens. Not when we both know I’m going to be your last, too.”
Viviana smiled, lax and lazy. She looked so content under his weight, like a kitten with her cream. “You called me Vine again.”
“I still like Viviana better.”
“Me, too.”
“Can we do that again?” she asked.
Anton buried his laughter into her neck. “Maybe.”
*
Anton woke a sleeping Viviana up with his kiss pressing to the back of her ear. She stretched, still naked, against him, her backside grinding into his groin.
A groan escaped his lips.
Viviana turned in the bed, dotting the seam of his smirking mouth with soft, persistent kisses as her hands wandered south. He didn’t stop her. He let her explore and touch all she wanted. His body was hers, anyway.
She stroked his cock awake, tentative and quiet as she watched him.
“Good?’ she asked.
“Perfect.”
Too good, really.
Her palms were smooth and her grip tight.
He wanted something else.
“How sore are you?”
“A little,” she admitted. “Not as bad as I thought it would be, though.”
Because her body fit his, and she trusted him enough to do it right.
Anton’s fingers found the sweet spot between her legs under the blanket. Instantly, she spread wider for him as she continued to stroke him. Silky wetness met his fingers as he circled her slit, dragging the fluids up to her clit with his thumb.
She was still fucking hot and ready.
“Get on me,” he said.
Viviana hesitated.
“Are you scared?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“I don’t know how.”
Anton chuckled. “It’s just like kissing, baby. Do what feels good for you, especially when you’re on top. That’s all for you and I just get to enjoy the show, you know.”
Viviana didn’t need any more encouragement. He helped her steady her body over his, hovering and still uncertain. He let take her time, rolling a soothing beat over her clit with his thumb while his other fingers worked her sex until she was soaking his digits and shaking.
“Now,” he murmured, knowing she was close.
She came down on his length fast when he removed his fingers. Working her up had readied her tender pussy, softening whatever brief pain she might have felt for that second time.
Viviana didn’t say a word, just whined low in the back of her throat as walls contracted around him like vises. Her hands met his, holding tight.
“It’s all about you,” he repeated. Viviana nodded, but the nervousness remained in her gaze. “As long as it feels good for you, you’re doing it right.”
“Okay.”
Anton smiled, weaving their fingers. “Okay.”
*
“I don’t want to go,” Viviana said, dressed and huffing in that way of hers.
“Come here,” Anton whispered, pulled her down into the bed again.
Once she was, he kissed Viviana until she was wrapped around him again and his hands were tangled in her air. She smelled like him and them with a little bit of smoke mixed in to color her up.
Sinful, almost.
The girl was too damned innocent to be sinful.
Except she wasn’t. Not anymore.
“Love you,” Anton said, kissing a path to Viviana’s ear.
“Love you, too,” Viviana said in a sigh.
“Take a hot bath, hmm? It’ll help if you’re sore or whatever.”
Viviana laughed her musical sound. “I’m just tired.”
“And sad,” he pressed.
“That, too.”
“I’m going to see you soon.”
Viviana met his gaze in the dark bedroom, her hand pressing flat to his chest over his heart. “Promise?”
“Yeah, baby, I promise.”
“Good. You’ve always been mine, you know.”
“I know.”
And she was his, but it took him a little longer to figure it out than her.
“Say you want me,” Viviana ordered.
Anton swallowed the thickness in his throat. “What do you mean?”
“Me, just me, Anton. That we agree to this arrangement they’ve made because we want it and you want me. Not for them.”
“You know I want you.”
Viviana kissed him one more time. “I gotta go.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Anton let her slip out of his arms even though his insides screamed to pull her back. With a wave and a grin that spoke of the girl beneath her last name and sweet demeanor, Viviana left the bedroom as quietly as she had come into it hours ago.