Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
He rakes his gaze down my body and back up to my face, his dark eyes stealing my breath and making me forget all inhibition.
“This is perfection.” His voice has an edge of gruffness that turns me on hard. “These”—he cups one of my breasts, his thumb grazing my hardened nipple—“are flawless. You’re so sexy, Talia, and you have no idea.”
He runs the backs of his fingers down my midriff, making me gasp. When he slides one hand between my thighs and lightly cups me, I make a sound that’s part moan, part sigh.
“I told you to make me work for it.” His eyes are locked onto mine. “Is that what this is? Are you making me work for it, or do you not want me like I want you? So much it takes every ounce of self-control to keep my hands off you.”
He puts his other hand on one side of my neck, his thumb grazing my jawline. It’s possessive, and I whimper without even realizing I’m doing it.
“I want you, too,” I whisper.
It’s not wise. Downright careless. Borderline dangerous. But I need him to keep touching me. Nothing else matters. This is a moment of raw honesty. We’re both stripped bare, and I don’t feel self-conscious.
This feeling surging through me is power. Soul-deep arousal. I don’t care about anything or anyone but him right now. This.
I shrug my shoulders, letting my robe fall to the floor. We lunge for each other at the same time, my mouth crashing against his as he wraps his hands around my waist.
Our kiss is hungry and demanding, his groan making me want to climb him. When he pulls my body tightly against his, his erection presses against my core and I gasp. The feeling of his clothes on my hypersensitive bare skin is bliss.
He steps back suddenly, the air cold where his body was just a second ago. “You want this, right? I need you to tell me you want this.”
“Yes, can’t you tell?”
The corners of his lips tug up and he gets on his knees. “I want you every goddamn day, Talia. I want you when I wake up.” He kisses the skin just above the curls of my bikini line. “I want you when I’m practicing.” Another kiss, right next to the first one. “I want you when I’m driving.” Another kiss, and I wind my fingers into his hair and tug it. “When I’m with you.” His lips move lower and I gasp. “When I’m not.” He looks up at me, his eyes swimming with desire. “All the time.”
“I want you, too,” I confess. “Even when I’m fighting it, I still want you.”
He stands, lifting me by the waist. I wrap my legs around him and he carries me to the bed, kissing me all the way.
When he puts a knee on the mattress and gently lowers me to it, I part my legs, my body craving a deeper connection with his. He brushes the hair from my forehead and asks, “Still yes?”
I nod, putting a hand behind his neck and pulling him toward me. “Fuck yes.”
He kisses one of my nipples, then sucks it into his mouth. I close my eyes, lost in sensation. It’s the first time in my life my mind has been completely shut off. There’s no thinking, just feeling.
When he’s lined up at my entrance, I push his lower back, urging him on. He sinks into me and my cry mingles with his groan. His eyes seek reassurance from mine that it’s not too much, and I say, “Don’t stop. Give me more.”
And he does. He thrusts all the way in, filling me completely and then some. It doesn’t hurt, though. The sheer satisfaction on his face makes me high. I grind against him and we become one, our bodies in sync.
He buries his face in my neck, his scruff brushing my skin as he kisses me. All he’s ever done for me is give. He gives and gives and asks nothing in return. I love knowing he’s finally taking, even though he’s still giving at the same time.
He’s Lucien, though, and he won’t let himself come until I do. He slows, getting up on his knees so he can rub his thumb over my clit as he fucks me. My ankles are over his shoulders and he kisses my calf. It’s a sweet, tender kiss that contrasts with his deep, hard thrusts into me.
“Oh god.” My lips part and my eyes find his. “I’m close. Keep doing ... oh, fuck. Yes.”
I fist the bedsheet as I unravel, his name a cry that’s almost spiritual. His expression is strained as he holds on until I’m coming down, and then he finally lets go. I can’t look away from his face as he comes inside me, the high of making him feel this way a drug I could get addicted to fast. He stills and then goes slack, exhaling hard.