Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Her eyes connect with mine, and I see her lick her luscious lips before she runs her fingers through my hair.
“This is crazy. It’s like a fairy tale.”
“That’s exactly what this is. I belong to you now. Will you use me for pleasure?”
Chapter 3
Giselle
I look up at him, not really understanding what’s happening. But for some reason I don’t care. This is the most thrilling thing that’s ever happened to me. I feel like my whole body has come alive for the first time, and there’s no way I’m stopping. In fact, I want to push for more. I want to stay trapped in this room with my mystery man forever.
“What—” The word comes out, but it doesn’t sound like my voice. “What can you do to pleasure me?” My face heats, and a bit of embarrassment courses through me. I don’t care enough to let it stop me. This isn’t like the embarrassment I was feeling outside of this room.
My breasts are bared before him, my nipples aching with need I’ve never felt before. I should be shy and trying to cover myself up, but instead I’m leaning closer to him so that my sensitive skin can feel some sort of relief.
He looks at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his life. I lick my lips, drawing his eyes there, and a deep rumble leaves his chest, vibrating from him through me. I push further into him, liking the vibration of the rumble against my breasts.
His masculine smell invades my senses, and I close my eyes, wanting to take it all in, wondering if maybe I dreamed him up, because he’s too perfect to be true. Here I am having a pity party for one and bam, the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life comes barreling into the room, barreling into me, making all my doubts about tonight fade away.
I feel his lips at my neck, and I tilt my head, giving him all that he wants.
“Anything,” he tells me softly against my skin as he kisses his way up. “Everything you could ever want.” I slide my hands up his body and wrap them around his neck. “See how perfectly you fit to me. You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I moan as he takes my earlobe between his teeth.
“Now open your eyes and look at me when you say it. I want you to know who you’re saying it to.”
I lazily open them as he pulls back to look at me. I miss his mouth on my skin, and I want it back. His bright blue eyes meet mine, making the air in my lungs freeze. The look he’s giving me is pure hunger. He’s starving for me.
“I want you,” I admit breathlessly.
“You have no idea what saying that to me makes me feel.” His voice is deeper now, possessive and raw.
I feel everything inside me melt. No one’s ever wanted me so much. I try to pull him closer, wanting his body fused to mine. My pleasure is growing, and my body is begging for some kind of release. He lifts his hand to cradle my head, and his big body closes in around me. The other hand goes to my breast, and I feel the roughness of his fingers touch just the tip of my nipple. It’s like a warm current blossoms in my chest at the feel of his hand on such an intimate place. But then his hand moves to the other one, and I can’t hold back the moan that leaves my lips.
I should be scared. He has me completely alone and pinned to a wall with no way to escape. But all I feel right now is the pulse between my thighs. I push my hips against him, silently begging for him to do something about it. Anything.
“Say it,” he pushes again, his fingers pinching slightly on that little peak.
“I’m yours,” I repeat. The words feel right as I confess them. Something about handing over ownership to him is freeing, and I give in to it.
“Keep quiet. Your sounds are for my ears alone.”
Suddenly heat is at my breast, and I feel him suck my nipple and more into his mouth. I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the wall as his hands grip my chest and hold my breasts out for the taking.
I don’t get a reprieve as his mouth alternates from one and then the other. Both of his big rough hands encompass my tender skin, and sweat trickles down my spine. My body must be on fire, but I don’t dare open my eyes to check as the pleasure mounts.
My nipples are already so sensitive, yet I want more of his attention. I shouldn’t be acting this way. But it’s too late to turn back. My body has awoken to pleasure like I’ve never dreamed of. And I will cling to it. To him.