Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
No.
I can’t.
I won’t.
At least that’s what I plan to say, but he doesn’t let me. Cupping my face in one big palm, he swoops in and takes what I haven’t given.
My first kiss.
His lips are warm and soft against mine, his breath flavored with a hint of cinnamon. I gasp as he sweeps his tongue over the closed seam of my lips, and he ruthlessly takes advantage, invading the recesses of my mouth, overwhelming me with his taste, his scent, his feel… with sensations so intimate and novel that my eyes squeeze shut and my hazy brain shuts off entirely, leaving me at the mercy of my body and the scorching heat throbbing between my legs. I forget that I’m supposed to hate him, that he’s the enemy who may soon deprive me of my freedom. I forget that this is a test I can’t afford to fail and what will happen if I do.
I forget everything, and I kiss him back.
My arms wind around his neck, my body pressing against his in mindless need as I respond with all the hunger I’ve been suppressing, all the passion I’ve been denying. I can feel the hard bulge of his erection against my stomach, and it fuels the heated frenzy inside me, feeding the arousal that’s been years in the making.
A low growl rumbles in Alexei’s throat at my response, and his kiss turns violent, almost bruising. Because he’s wanted me all this time too, I realize dazedly. Because his need is as strong as mine. Gripping my hair, he arches my head back, exposing my neck, and a choked moan escapes my throat as he drags his open mouth over it, his hot, biting kisses burning my tender skin. At the same time, he runs his other hand down the side of my body, his palm skating over my shoulder, my ribcage, the dip of my waist, the curve of my hip… His fingers close over the fleshy part of my ass, squeezing it hard, and then he bunches the skirt of my dress in his fist, pulling it up.
A distant alarm bell clangs in my mind as cool air washes over my bare legs, but it’s quickly drowned out by a scorching new wave of sensations as his fingers delve between my thighs, locating the source of my throbbing ache under the soaked silk of my underwear.
“Fuck, yeah. You’re so wet,” he breathes in my ear, and hot shame washes over me, perversely heightening my arousal.
This is everything I’ve fantasized about and more, and the knowledge that he’s the one touching my slick folds, that it’s his fingers on my flesh, not mine, makes this both oh-so wrong and infinitely hotter.
I need to put a stop to this, right now, but I can’t think with those clever fingers doing wicked things to me, can’t voice a coherent protest with his teeth grazing over my neck, his tongue teasing the tender underside of my ear. All I can do is pant and moan, gripping the shoulders of his jacket, as the heated tension in my core builds and builds until it’s like a coiled spring inside me. His fingers are now moving in a circle, somehow intuiting just the right rhythm, and my heart races madly as the sensations intensify unbearably. Every muscle in my body locks, my breath hissing through my clenched teeth as what feels like a tsunami rises inside me. Dark and potent, it carries me ever higher until I’m certain I’m going to die from it.
“That’s it. Give in to it, my sweet beauty.” His voice is a soft growl in my ear as he pinches my throbbing clit, hard, and the tsunami wave crests and crashes down, wrenching me over the edge I’ve come close to but never crossed before. My mouth parts in a wordless cry as my inner muscles clench and release with cataclysmic, violent pulsations, and white-hot ecstasy blasts me apart. Only his hand between my legs and my death grip on the shoulders of his jacket keep me from sinking to the floor as my knees buckle, my muscles no longer able to hold me up as spasm after spasm racks my body.
Gently biting my earlobe, he releases his pinching grip on my clit, and I shudder as another, smaller shockwave causes my core to clench again.
Breathing raggedly, I open my eyes as he lifts his head, gazing down at me with savage satisfaction mixed with burning hunger.
“Your first?” he asks in a low, rough voice, and I nod on autopilot, my neurons still not firing properly. Distantly, I realize I’m shaking, my overheated skin cooling rapidly in the air-conditioned room as he withdraws his hand from between my legs and lifts it to his mouth. Pointedly, deliberately, he sucks each finger clean, the dirty action making me shudder with another, much weaker aftershock… along with shame and dawning horror.