Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
He kissed me again, hard and desperate.
I lost myself in him. My emotions were running high, bubbling dangerously. Tears misted in my eyes as I savored the taste of this man who I wanted like no other, desired like nothing else.
We broke apart, our breathing ragged.
He rested his forehead against mine. “I need you,” he said. “More than you can possibly understand, but I am afraid I will hurt you. It’ll kill me if I do that to you.”
“Levan …” My voice was barely a whisper. “The only way you can hurt me is when you give me the impression you don’t care.”
“Don’t care? If only you knew. Day and night I have to hold myself back because all I want to do is fuck you until you pass out.”
With a little laugh, I buried my face in his neck and pounded lightly on his broad, strong chest. “I didn’t pass out,” I muttered in defense. “I was exhausted and I had barely even eaten all day.”
“Well, you’ve just eaten now ...” he taunted softly.
I lifted my gaze at the challenge. The look in his eyes would be something I would remember forever. The promise of relieving pure and ethereal bliss once more snaked between us, tantalizingly. My spine rattled with a shiver.
I crushed my mouth to his and welded my body against his. His hands clawed into my hair as he held my head in place. Then he, he … worshipped me with his tongue. There was no other way to describe what he did. Teasing, stroking, licking, sucking and showing me beyond what words could express just how deeply and intensely he craved me.
His scent was intoxicating, the memory of the previous night making my heart pump so hard, I felt as if it would burst. The sweet pleasure became so intense my coherence began to slip. I dove for the fine buttons of his shirt and pulled at them. My fingers were so hasty and desperate they caused more of a delay than I could bear. So I went to the zipper of my shorts. I pushed them down my hips. As they slid down my legs, I immediately hurried to his belt, jerking the leather out of its loop.
He palmed me, his hand warm and hard through the soft cotton of my underwear.
It drew a long, tortured moan out of me.
“You’re soaked,” he muttered in my ear, “and we only just started.”
I moved my hips frantically against his palm. “These days ... my mind doesn’t seem to want to think about much else other than you and the things you do to me. I am constantly wet,” I admitted hoarsely.
He pulled back and gazed into my eyes.
“And ready ...” I breathed.
His gaze glued to mine, he slid the crotch of my panties aside and slipped a finger inside of me.
Pure molten desire flowed from my sex into my body. “Desperate for you to …” I trailed away as his thumb stroked the swollen bud of my arousal with just the perfect amount of pressure and in a precise circular rhythm that completely drained all the blood from my head. “Oh, F-fuck,” I gasped helplessly.
Another finger joined his assault and my eyes closed shut. I was limp against him as he began to thrust roughly into me. My arms went around him. It felt as if my whole body was pulsating and throbbing with the primal need for release.
The crazy sensations coursing inside me were probably compounded by the dangerous situation we were in. Now I was starting to understand my growing love for him, for the way that he prioritized my wellbeing above all else.
In his arms, I found the kind of pleasure that left me hanging onto my sanity by a thread. I lifted my leg to grant him even deeper access. My back arched and I could feel the hard muscles of his forearm digging into my body as he held me up and against the force of his other hand’s thrusts.
While his fingers pummeled me hard and fast, he swooped down on my lips, and plunged his tongue into my mouth. I sucked it hungrily until I climaxed right there, in his kitchen. The walls of my sex clenched greedily around his fingers as my hips jerked erratically at the force and heat of my release. It vibrated through me …thick, strong and delicious. When my knees buckled at the ecstasy coursing through me, I hung onto him.
He didn’t let up until he’d milked every ounce of pleasure out of me.
I collapsed into him, spent and satiated, the beat of my heart in overdrive as heat radiated through me. The rush was humbling. I knew there would never be anyone in my life to move me the way he did. I had suspected this from the day I’d set eyes on him in my bakery, but now I knew.