Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
My body afire.
Aglow.
Singed at the searing intensity that blazed from his gaze.
“You have any idea, Raven? What it feels like to have you like this? A needy ball in the middle of my bed, waiting for me to take you? Consume you?”
He reached out and dragged the fingertips of his right hand from my knee down to my ankle.
Sparks flew at the contact.
Enraptured, he watched the movement before his attention flicked to my face.
“Going to possess you the way you’ve been possessin’ me.”
A scoff of a tease gusted out of my lungs. “You think I’m the one who’s been possessing you? I already told you that you are my every fantasy. The face of every desire I’ve ever had.”
My hand slipped from my sternum and down to my stomach. As if it could quell a portion of the necessity that pounded through my bloodstream. Urging me toward one thing.
Him.
Otto groaned as my hand smoothed over my dress, and my knees rocked from side to side in a show of supplication.
His tongue stroked out over his bottom lip. “You sure this is what you want? You sure you want to be mine?” It sounded almost of a threat.
“I already am.”
His expression deepened.
Wicked and ravenous as he took me in.
Slow and sure as if it were marking what was his.
Reaching back, he grabbed the collar of his tee from behind and drew it over his head.
It left him bare from the waist up.
Wings flapped frantically through my belly.
God, no man should be that violently beautiful. A mountain of quavering stone, a mammoth that vibrated in the middle of his room.
So tall he blocked everything out except for the vision of him.
His chest carved and packed and rippling with muscle, every divot and edge of his abdomen flexing with the need that powered through his body.
He reached out and took me by the ankle, and he pressed his mouth to the sensitive flesh as he pulled the Louboutin from my foot. “Gonna fuck you in these heels, and I’m going to do it soon, but tonight, I need you completely bare.”
A tremor rocked through me. “Yes, please.”
A rough chuckle raked his throat. He clearly knew that I didn’t even know what I was pleading for.
Everything, I guessed.
I wanted him in every way.
He did the same with the other foot, peppering kisses around my ankle as he removed my shoe and let it drop to the floor.
He set my feet back onto the mattress, and he didn’t look away from me as he leaned down and unlaced his boots.
My heart jackhammered as I waited for him.
The anticipation growing with each second that passed.
Otto was going to take me.
My insides burned, and need throbbed at my center, an assault that battered through my entire being when he slowly pushed to standing.
Rising to that full, intimidating height.
The man a brutal bear.
But I wasn’t afraid.
The air transformed around us, and a whirring hummed in my ears.
The oxygen coming alive, the intensity shifting as he slowly climbed onto the bed.
My legs spread to make him room, and he crawled up to hover over me. On his knees, he planted his hands on either side of my head.
His gaze traced my face. My expression. Searching for my fears. For my belief. For my trust.
I reached up and scratched my fingers through the stubble on his jaw. “I love you.”
It was the one thing he needed to know. The one thing that had the power to erase every doubt and reservation.
He traced the pad of his thumb down the curve of my cheek. “My moonflower. Can’t wait to watch you glow. To see you fully bloom in the middle of the darkness.”
My chest squeezed, swamped by the attention, engulfed by the affection. I wanted to tell him the only thing I saw when I looked at him was a light. A beacon that glowed.
A safe haven.
But there was no chance for that because he dipped down and took my mouth in a kiss.
A deep, desirous, mind-bending kiss.
This kiss was slow and thorough.
Unhurried.
Like we had all the time in the world. Like we had no end.
Our tongues danced and played, and our breaths mingled as our hearts beat in sync.
I let my hands explore, palms riding over the glorious muscles of his shoulders, fingers dragging over his massive pecs and scratching at his rippling back.
Otto moaned and dropped down a fraction, letting his heat burn through my body as he kissed me into a puddle.
A needy, helpless puddle.
“Otto.”
“I know, baby, I know.”
He pushed up high on one hand and let the other glide up my outer thigh until he was gripping my hip. I felt his fingers tremble. Felt his nerves. The concern he forever held for me as he pulled back, breaths heaving from his lungs as he studied me.
“You say, Raven. If you get scared or anxious or just fuckin’ change your mind, you say.”