Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Geno had always thought he would be the one to make or break the relationship with his wife. He knew he would be faithful, and he would demand her fidelity, but in all honesty, he didn’t expect her to remain loyal to him. He really didn’t expect her to love him. Along came Amaranthe. His heart clenched hard in his chest as the fireplace sprang to life and the music started.
His dancer was so small, tiny really, in comparison with him. She glided across the floor looking ethereal in the dim light she’d created. He could imagine her in a forest of trees with fog surrounding her, a fairy princess dancing in and out of the veil of silvery light, believing no one could see her as she spun and swayed so gracefully.
Her hair fell in thick waves, covering her feminine form, and then the long waves would part to reveal the smooth line of her back or her small, perfect breasts. Sometimes as she spun or leapt or swayed, it was only the glitter of diamonds on her hips and the enticement of the vee between her legs he caught glimpses of.
Geno thought the dance was the most sensual performance he’d ever seen. He’d been to many clubs, and this wasn’t a bump and grind. She wasn’t consciously trying to be sexy for him. She’d given herself up to the music, become totally lost in it. The moment she did, her natural sensuality took over. She moved through the light and shadows, holding him spellbound.
His body reacted to the erotic vision, his cock pure steel. Without conscious thought, his fist tightened, moving faster to the beat of the music. Heat racing down his spine, radiating out from his groin so that intense pleasure burst over him. Then his cock was erupting like a volcano, jerking over and over while he shuddered with euphoric release and didn’t want the feeling to end.
Through his climax, he hadn’t taken his gaze from his shadow dancer. She was exquisite. Perfect. Sexy. Everything he could have dreamed of but hadn’t had the imagination for. He’d never once conceived of having a woman like Amaranthe for himself. The music began to slow. To fade. She slowed her pace. He became aware of the sticky mess on his stomach, thighs and fist. In a warmer on the bedside table were a towel and a wet cloth. Amaranthe thought of everything. He cleaned himself, unable to keep his gaze from straying back to her.
“You are not only beautiful, Amaranthe, but you dance like a dream,” he said. The rasp in his voice was more pronounced than ever. He sounded gruff. Primal.
She hadn’t come up the stairs to him yet but stood in the middle of the floor with the dark cloud of hair falling around her. Her hair was wild, the waves and curls adding to her sexy appeal. She tilted her chin, her eyes bright, both hands moving over her body, following the path his would have taken if she were close to him. She traced the upper curves of her breasts.
“I always thought I was too small until I was with you. Suddenly, I not only feel beautiful, but sexy. You make me feel that way, Geno.”
His breath caught in his lungs as her hands framed her breasts. His cock was coming back to life that fast. It was difficult enough to pull his gaze away from his fiancée when she was anywhere near him, but when her hands moved in a slow seduction over her body, it was impossible.
She glided up the stairs toward him, once more moving in and out of the dim light provided by the lamps in the room so that she appeared to be behind the silvery veil again. The light from the sliver of moon burst out from behind a dark cloud to spotlight her, turning the mass of dark hair into shiny, wild silk. The chain of diamonds glittered invitingly, drawing attention to the shape of her hips, her feminine belly and the dark curls hiding treasure at the junction of her legs.
His heart stuttered in his chest. It wasn’t just her beauty—and he thought her the most beautiful woman in the world, it was the look in her eyes when her gaze settled on his. Desire was there. Lust even. But most of all love. Deep love. When she looked at him, her entire face softened. That look was priceless to him.
She climbed right up onto the end of the bed, her gaze dropping to his cock he’d once again fisted in his hand. He barely knew he was pumping slowly; he was so mesmerized by her. The tip of her tongue touched her bottom lip and then she began to crawl up the bed, looking as if she were stalking him. His heart accelerated as she crawled right over his legs, licking and nipping his thighs, so he shifted to give her better access.