Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
My panties are around my ankles, then on the floor. He parts my legs and settles himself between them with confident ease. The heat of his breath on my inner thighs is a promise of pleasure. I start to shake when I realize what he’s going to do, but this time, I’m ready.
He smooths his fingers between my legs, easily gliding through my slick folds. “Khristos. You’re so damn wet.”
“Mmm,” I say on a choked breath. “I guess that was good advice you got.”
His eyes meet mine. He holds my gaze when he drags his tongue upward, right over my clit. I cry out at the sudden spasm of pleasure that seems to take over my whole lower body.
“Fuuccck,” he groans. “God, you taste better than I imagined.”
He loses himself in worshipping me. A lazy stroke of his warm tongue to my clit, followed by a pulse of his fingers in my core. I’m ramping up toward ecstasy with every second that passes. Over and over again he tongues me, stifling his own groans. My eyes flutter closed. I’m drowning in perfection, my body responding of its own accord.
Everything becomes centered on the smallest connection between us. Every thought and feeling, every hope and dream could fit on the head of a pin. My entire world is right here, anticipating the next perfect swipe of his tongue.
“Are you close?” he asks.
I nod. I don’t think I could stop myself now if I tried.
“Come on my tongue,” he commands with another lazy lap of his tongue. “Come, Princess.”
The sensation overwhelms me and then — I’m stunned by a crescendo of ecstasy. I can’t breathe or speak as my body gives way to utter bliss. Spasms overtake me and I lose myself completely to him in total surrender. As the climax overpowers me, the wave of pleasure is tinged with a yawning need for something more, something deeper, a bond.
“I want you inside me,” I say while still riding through pleasure. “Please, Aleks.”
I can’t believe I’m asking him.
“If you’re ready,” he says in a whisper. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
I nod, a little shocked that I actually think I am. Still, I’m shaking when he gives a final kiss to my clit then slides up my body, his skin so warm against me. When he enters me, I don’t ask about protection because I know the family rules as well as he does. Staring into my eyes, he pauses, letting us both savor the moment before gently gliding out then back in, building a rhythm that thrills me.
The depth of our connection is undeniable. A flutter of anticipation weaves itself through my limbs. Every thrust of his hips sends frissons of exquisite awareness to every nerve ending in my body.
We move together in a perfect rhythm, as if this is what we were created for. I find myself on the edge of something deeper, something more. I can hardly contain the emotions and waves of pleasure spiraling through me now. What would it be like if I actually cared for him? What would it be like knowing he actually cared for me?
I reach another peak then my mind goes blissfully quiet, our breaths mingling in the cold stillness of the room. For once, I don’t have any expectations or fears. It’s just me and … Aleks.
My husband.
More thrusts of his hips have me on the edge of perfection again. He slows his movements until I’m begging for more.
My arms encircle his neck, and my legs wrap around him as he thrusts over and over again. My head sinks deeper into the pillow as ecstasy wraps around me a third time, this time more intense and so much more satisfying, so much sweeter than the first two.
This. Is. Everything.
When I finally come down from the high and sprawl out on the bed, he groans and lays his heavy head on my shoulder. It seems he’s as boneless and wrecked as I am.
“Passable,” I tease in a whisper, reaching for him. “Thank you.”
I didn’t know a man like him could be so gentle.
“Passable? Goddamn. Well, practice, they say, makes perfect.” He nuzzles his head into my chest. “I aim to please.”
“Oh?” Caressing the nape of his neck, I lay my other arm over my head as I try to steady my rapid breathing. “You did good.”
“That was only the first time, you know. Next time it’s your turn.”
“Oh, really?” I shrug. “I suppose I could try.”
I squeak when, with a rough tug, he rolls over and yanks me onto his chest. Gives me a fierce kiss to the forehead.
“Go to sleep,” he growls. “We have work to do tomorrow.”
Yes, we do have work to do tomorrow, no doubt. And I have to find a way to get him to trust me. To give me space and room so I’m not held prisoner here.