Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Good.
His Star would soon learn she had to be careful with what her body wished for...lest someone indeed granted her very desire.
The scent of her arousal—sweet and musky and utterly feminine—made his mouth water as he positioned himself between her thighs. As soon as her body tensed upon feeling his warm breath against her most sensitive skin—
"Wynd!"
Once again, his Star was reduced to gasping his name, caught completely off guard as he ripped away the scrap of white lace covering her most intimate flesh.
This time, he didn't give her any chance to recover. His hands gripped her trembling thighs, prying them open, wider and wider until she was completely exposed to his hungry gaze, and his tongue had full access in stroking the creamy folds of her core.
His Star began to sob and writhe against the dark sheets, her hands fisting in the fabric as if she needed something to anchor herself to reality. But this time, he would not let the torment end until her need for him had driven her completely out of her mind.
He claimed her with his mouth, his tongue thrusting past the slick folds, and her body arched up off the mattress as if she'd been struck by lightning.
His tongue thrust in and out repeatedly, and she began to cry his name again and again even as she gripped his head so tightly it was as if she was begging for mercy and more torture in the same breath.
Though her lips pleaded for mercy, the rest of her body demanded for more, with the way she pressed herself against his mouth and how her thighs trembled around his head. Her body knew what her mind might not yet accept: she wanted him to ruin her, wanted more of the sensual torment that he alone could inflict.
His Star was exactly where he wanted her to be, and only when he saw that she was completely undone by her desire for him did Wynd give her the release she was begging him for.
His tongue thrust deep as he caught her swollen nub between his lips, sucking hard until she came with a soft, broken cry that echoed off the exposed beams of his ceiling.
"W-Wynd."
Just the sound of his name on her lips had his entire length throbbing violently against his trousers, and every shudder of her body made him grit his teeth against the urge to bury himself inside her right here, right now.
Patience, Sullivan.
He had given her his word.
He would only take her virginity on their wedding night.
But what he had not promised...was doing everything he could to make Star surrender her innocence to him of her own accord.
Just because he didn't like playing games...
Didn't mean he didn't know how to win.
Chapter Seven
I WAKE ALONE IN WYND'S massive bed, cotton sheets tangled around my bare legs, and I'm just a little dazed, just a little overwhelmed, and just a little more obsessed with a man who's claimed so many firsts in my life...despite remaining a stranger to me in so many ways.
His bedroom feels different without the shadows of night. It isn't just brighter. It's somehow more imposing, with daylight harshly emphasizing that everything around me is his domain...while I'm nothing but a temporary visitor.
I'm scared, God.
He makes me so, so happy.
But I also know he'll only end up breaking my heart if being with him isn't aligned with Your will.
I used to be so, so sure that God chose Wynd for me.
But after surrendering myself to his touch, everything suddenly feels messy and confusing.
I don't believe in coincidence, and I still believe there's a reason Wynd and I were at the orphanage at the same time, a special reason that both our souls seemed drawn to Samuel.
But what if...
What if those reasons aren't what I want them to be?
My mind drifts back to everything that happened in the past twenty-four hours, and my cheeks warm as I find myself remembering just how many times I shattered in his arms...and where.
The boardroom.
The en-suite.
And then there's last night in this very room...
It was almost perfect.
Almost.
Until the moment I felt him slowly withdraw, and while I was still floating in that hazy post-climax bliss, Wynd simply pulled my torn dress over my nakedness, pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead, and left me alone in his bed.
No cuddling or sweet words.
He was just...gone.
That's the kind of man Wynd Sullivan is, and I just...I just don't know anymore.
Is spending the rest of my life with him truly what God wants?
Is it possible that all we have between us is sexual attraction?
That he has me so completely enthralled, I'm mistaking chemistry for love?
My stomach twists with unease, and doubts and worries continue to linger in my mind as I force myself to sit up, the expensive sheets pooling around my waist. The torn remnants of my yellow dress lie crumpled on the hardwood floor like abandoned petals, a stark reminder of how thoroughly he'd claimed me.