Touched In Flight – Wicked First Love Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
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Her eyes widened.

“Call me...lieverd.” At the questioning look in her eyes, he said, “I’m Dutch.”

“And...lieverd...” She stumbled over its pronunciation. “What does it mean?”

He cupped her face, sucking on her lower lip, making her gasp. She appeared dazed, making him smile as he pulled away. “It means...”

“It means?” she repeated after him in a whisper, looking at him like he was about to give her the keys to the universe.

“It means...” Behind her, most of the passengers within his line of sight were asleep but those awake had their fascinated gazes on them, doing their best to see what they were doing despite the dim lighting of the plane.

Ayah probably didn’t know they were being watched. He did – but he did not care. Looking down on her, Nic ran his knuckles down her soft cheek, a primal sense of satisfaction heating his body at the way she trembled at his touch. “It means...”

She drew her breath in, never imagining a voice could be that sexy.

He whispered, “Darling.” He said it in such a way that it became a dirty word, a forbidden word, a word that could only belong to both of them.

He bent forward, nuzzling her cheek, his lips moving to the side. She shivered as he nuzzled her ear just before he said softly, “Lieverd.”

Ayah’s body fell onto him at the sound. “Lieverd,” she whispered back, biting her lip to keep herself from screaming as he bit her ear lightly before his tongue traced her outer ear. “Lieverd.” She moaned it softly as his lips moved back to her neck.

Without breaking away, he took the plastic wrapped blanket from under the seat, tore the package open, then whipped it over Ayah. She blinked at him.

He smiled, devilishly.

There was a wicked mysterious gleam in his pretty blue eyes, but before she could figure out what that meant – or before she could even figure out how to think with him looking at her like that – he was kissing her again, one hand moving under the blanket at the same time.

It really was like the first time he had sex – or even the first time he had made out with a girl, groping in the dark, surrounded by people and trying not to let anyone know that he was about to get off.

Ayah’s body was incredibly soft, her curves extraordinary. He caressed her breasts, familiarizing himself with its weight and shape. Releasing her mouth, he looked at her, wanting to see her expression as he tweaked her nipples.

Her eyes went wide at the touch, and her lips parted when he pinched them.

Laughing softly, Nic immediately caught her unexpected moan into his kiss. “Sssh, lieverd. There are still those awake.” He lifted his head. “Understand?”

She nodded, biting her lip hard as he reached for her under the blanket again. Was this really happening? She couldn’t think, not with his large strong hands on her breasts again. There was a very small part of Ayah asking her if she really was going to let a man she barely knew touch her like this. He had already taken her first kiss, had taken liberties with her body in a way that she thought she would only give to someone she loved.

She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but he was kissing her once more, his lips more forceful this time and with that one taste of his lips, her sensible part was defeated.

His fingers were circling her nipples now, creating a rhythm of lustful sensations inside her body. She ached and throbbed in places that she had never known to exist until now. Ayah leaned into him, surrendering herself to his mastery. At that moment, she acknowledged the excitingly shameful truth – he owned her and she wanted to be owned by him.

Their eyes locked with each other, and that beautiful devilish smile of his appeared on his lips once more. “You know what will happen next, yes?” His English had gained the faintest accent, and it just made his voice sexier and Ayah all the more breathless.

“I...” She couldn’t say it in words and nodded instead.

He gave her a reprimanding look and she wanted to whimper at the sight of it. There was this secret part of her that wanted to see more of the look – would it make him...punish her? Desire was making her more and more befuddled. In such a short span of time, she had become a stranger to herself, someone who had the naughtiest thoughts – the dirtiest thoughts, the kind of thoughts she had never, never, never ever thought in the past.

“Say it,” he invited her, the fallen angel seducing her to sin with him.

She swallowed, the temptation to succumb and do what he wanted nearly overwhelming the last of her inhibitions.


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