Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Her emerald eyes began to shine. “You believe in me?”
I pulled her into a firm embrace, reinforcing my promise with a reverent touch. “More than anything.” I brushed a tear from her cheek. “There’s something else I got for you. It’s on top of the piano.”
“Mateo.” Her voice hitched around my name. “This is too much.”
“No, it’s not.” I continued petting her, grounding her. “I know part of you is still scared that I’ll take these things away from you. That I might withdraw from you if you disappoint me.” I captured her face in both hands, forcing her to stare into my eyes and read the depth of my sincerity. “Nothing I give you comes with conditions. I will never leave you, Sofia. Nothing you could do would ever cause me to reject you. I’m not going anywhere.”
I sealed my promise with a kiss, claiming her lips with harsh passion. I kept her trapped in my embrace until every trace of tension melted from her willowy frame.
When I gave her enough space to draw breath, she trembled against me, her emerald eyes sparkling with the pure devotion I’d so savagely craved ever since I’d taken her as my hostage. The sight soothed something inside me, quieting my volatility even more profoundly than her powerful singing voice.
“Time for your last present,” I murmured, taking another kiss from her lush lips. “Then, you get your orgasms.”
She shivered, her senses already overwhelmed by my intense attentions. I was equally affected by her, perhaps more so.
I intended to prove my devotion to her beyond a shadow of a doubt.
I guided her to the piano, placing her hand atop the drawing I’d had commissioned for her.
She took a sharp inhale, and her fingers traced over the fine, elegant lines drawn in stark black ink. I could practically feel that phantom touch on my chest, and I craved it more strongly than I’d ever desired anything.
“This is for me?” she asked softly, stroking the delicate curve of one of the flower’s petals.
“It’s my next tattoo,” I told her, my voice coming out rough and deep. “I wanted you to approve the final artwork before I book it.”
Her bright green gaze lifted to my face, her lips parted in shock. I rubbed my thumb over those lush lips, reveling in her softness. I lifted her hand from where it stroked the drawing and pressed her palm against the center of my chest, directly over my heart.
“I’m getting the tattoo right here,” I declared with the weight of on oath. “What do you think, florecita?”
“I love you,” she said in a rush. Her jaw went slack, as though she’d just taken herself by surprise. Then, her features illuminated with an ecstatic grin. “I love you, Mateo!”
She flung herself against me with a jubilant laugh, squeezing her body tight to mine.
“I love you, sweet Sofia,” I vowed, breathing in her addicting scent.
The imperative to conquer robbed my next, brutal kiss of any finesse. I always treated her delicate little body with care, but I needed to push her to her limits; I needed to claim her completely.
After today, there would be no question that I was the master of her body and soul.
Never releasing her lips, I grasped her hips and lifted her up onto the piano.
She squirmed against me and tried to protest. “Wait! We’ll break it.”
“If we do, I’ll buy you a new one.” I bit her shoulder with enough force to leave a mark.
Her sharp cry sounded over the harsh rip of her cotton dress giving way beneath my fists.
I’d buy her another one of those, too.
Anything Sofia could possibly want, I would provide.
I shoved aside the ruined garment, stripping her for my hungry gaze. With a few more savage tears, her lace bralette and panties fell away, laying her body bare for my pleasure.
My fingers sank into her heavy curls, capturing the lustrous locks in a cruel grip. At the same time, I penetrated her tight pussy with two fingers, abruptly taking her in hand. She gasped, clutching at my shoulders for support.
Her gorgeous eyes were wide, her expression of innocent shock perversely perfect enough to provide a lifetime of dirty fantasies.
I pressed my thumb down on her clit and rubbed my fingers against her g-spot, holding both of her pleasure triggers. Her inner muscles fluttered around my fingers, and her wet arousal dripped onto my palm.
A savage grin twisted my features.
“Do you feel that, belleza?” I asked, exerting a fraction of pressure. She bucked into my hand. “Usually, I like to take my time with you. But I don’t have to. I can make you come whenever I want. You’re mine.”
I stimulated her mercilessly, rubbing her g-spot and clit to wring an orgasm from her body. She cried out, her eyes tight with confusion at her rapid response.