Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
He shut off the water and caught up a towel, skimming it over his body. Every muscle was locked and ready, the nerve endings close to the surface. He’d never been in such a state of pure arousal. He knew he should have taken care of it in the shower, or at least tried to, but not on his damn wedding night. Not when she was going to be in his bed with that body of hers. Those tits and that ass. Those hips. Those pouty lips that curved just perfectly, giving him far too many fantasies already. No way in hell was he going to give himself a hand job when she was right there.
He stalked out of the bathroom, the towel around his hips, barely able to cage his cock. The material rubbed along his shaft and sensitive crown, adding to his brutal hunger. It had never been like this, even when he came out of some of his longest times in a cage, when he’d been reduced to nothing more than a feral predator needing to hurt every man in sight, or fuck a willing woman so hard she might not walk for a week.
The bedroom was a work of art as far as he was concerned. Floor-to-ceiling windows, thick and framed in wood so that it looked as if windows made up one wall. The windows looked out over the back patio and landscaping leading to the forest. The bed was positioned so that the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the trees. Those windows were deceiving in that they were thick like walls because each was a door that swung outward, allowing him to escape easily should there be a need. Above the bank of windows, the wall angled inward slightly, and four large skylights brought in light during the day or the stars at night.
Ordinarily when he walked into that room, the hardwood floor under his bare feet, his gaze would be riveted on the forest. Now all he could see was the woman standing with her back to him, looking out the window. She was totally naked, her dark hair up in one of those ridiculous messy knots that was never going to stay because he was going to tear it loose the moment he had the chance.
All he could do was stare at the perfection of her ass. She had hips on her, beautiful feminine curves that served to emphasize her waist, but that ass was a sight to behold. Actual perfection. The moment he saw it, he wanted to claim it. He knew her body was made for him. The hell with her modesty. The towel had to go. It was rasping, sawing on the wide girth of his cock.
He stalked across the room, more animal than man, coming up right behind her, close, his body crowding hers, so she felt his heat. Felt the absolute brutal intentions of his cock. Bending his head, he nuzzled her bare neck with his nose, inhaling her clean fragrance. How could her neck look so innocent? That sweet line of her spine down to the curve of her hips and that perfect ass?
Her entire body trembled, shivering exquisitely against his. He’d never felt that before, satin skin sliding smoothly against his. It made her feel even more vulnerable to him than her diminutive size against his much larger frame.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to come.” Ambrie’s voice shook, her whisper barely heard.
“Why would you think that? Were you afraid I would abandon you on our wedding night?” He kissed her neck and then bit her shoulder gently. Just a small nip. Damn. She tasted like honey. Lavender honey. How the hell did she manage that? He ran his tongue over the spot to be certain. It was there. That subtle taste of lavender honey right on her skin.
“You weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea earlier.”
“You didn’t think so?” He pressed his cock tighter against her. “You have any worries about whether or not I want you?” He slid his hand down her back to caress her left cheek. She was firm but soft. So fucking soft. He closed his eyes just savoring the feeling of her skin before he continued his exploration.
“Need to know if you still want me, princess. If you’re just going through with this because you think you have to.”
“All I thought about while I was in the bath was what our night was going to be like.” She whispered it as though confessing a terrible sin.
The green light. That was all he needed. What he’d been waiting for. He wasn’t going to keep pretending he was some fucking white knight because he’d never been in that role. Not once since he’d been born. He’d been shaped into something feral and brutal, a harsh, vicious man with few redeeming traits.