Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“You are so beautiful,” I breathed, finally allowing myself to reach for her. I knew it would be hard to stop once I touched her. I wanted to savor every second of this.
I would go slowly. I would pace myself. I would drive her absolutely crazy with desire before I allowed myself to even attempt to take her.
I would make love to her slowly and very, very carefully.
I smiled as I started to undress her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Anastasia
“Vice!”
I stared at the man leaning over me. He had removed my wedding dress and lingerie nearly an hour ago, unwrapping me like I was a very special present. But he was still wearing his clothes.
And he wasn’t actually doing anything to get the show on the road!
It was my wedding night. I wanted him to make love to me, damnit! I was nervous about the size of him, but I was curious too. He is being deliberately obtuse, I thought to myself as he gave me an innocent look.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“Please…”
He grinned wider.
“Please what?”
“Aren’t you going to…?” I trailed off, at a loss for words. He was running his hands all over my body ceaselessly. It felt amazing. But I wanted him to touch me in other places. I wanted him to do the things he had done last night.
And more. Much, much more.
“Am I going to what, Princess?”
“Take off your pants,” I blurted, blushing furiously.
He stared at me. That smile finally slipped from his face. He groaned and leaned his head against my chest. His hands squeezed me tightly then relaxed.
When he lifted his head, he looked tormented.
“Sweetheart, I need to prepare you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Okay. I appreciate that,” I said, nodding. “Can you do it faster?”
He let out a sharp bark of a laugh and shook his head.
“Yes. I can do that.”
I gasped as he moved quickly, settling his shoulders between my thighs. He was so broad that I was nearly in a split. It felt extra naughty to be so exposed. He leaned down to kiss me there, tonguing me deeply. I sighed as the exquisite sensations washed through me.
“Never be afraid to ask me for what you want, love. And be specific,” he added with a chuckle.
“The nuns always told me not to speak with my mouth full,” I replied tartly, making him laugh again. But he didn’t stop what he was doing, bless him.
He devoured me, licking me up and down in slow, languorous strokes. I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands so I gripped the bedspread beneath me. My back arched and my hips started to rock, without thought. It was purely primal.
I was shocked at the noises I started to make. The night before I had been mortified, but Vice had encouraged me to let go. It still felt weird but he was my husband, so I trusted him that it was normal.
I still tried to bite back the animalistic sounds coming out of my mouth as he brought me to climax.
A wave of pleasure crashed over me unlike anything I had ever known. It surpassed even what he had made me feel the night before. I was still coming as he slipped a finger inside me.
My back arched off the bed. He cursed and muttered something about how tight I was. He lowered his head and lapped his tongue rapidly against my clit. It was a while before he slipped another finger in too. I moaned, not sure if I liked the feeling of fullness or not.
Vice didn’t give me time to think about it. Before I knew it I was climaxing again. I could feel my body clenching around him. And then he was gone.
I looked up in a daze. Vice was pulling his clothes off rapidly. In fact, I had never seen a man move so fast in my life.
“Hold on, let me get the coconut oil.”
“What?”
“It should help with any discomfort.”
“Discomfort?”
“When I take you for the first time.”
“Oh.”
He was naked and climbing back into the bed and over me. He paused, braced on his arms above me. I wanted to feel his skin, but I was scared.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “I think so.”
He laughed ruefully and grabbed my face.
“That is a no,” he said, sounding regretful. Then he kissed me. Within a few minutes, I felt myself relax. A few minutes more, and I was feeling eager and ready for more.
“More,” I said into his mouth. He laughed, still kissing me.
“Does that mean you are ready now?”
“Yes!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“Hmmm…” he said teasingly, reaching down to do something between us. I felt the hot silkiness of his shaft against my most sensitive place.
And then he moved. Forward. I inhaled sharply at the sensation. He was so hard. But it didn’t hurt. It felt… magical.
His hands and his mouth had taught me pleasure. As he pushed himself slowly inside me, he taught me possession.