Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
He didn’t say a word, his hand simply resting on my flesh, and even so, it was agonizing, the heat of his touch making me feel faint. Even though the limousine had a shaded partition separating the passenger seats from the driver’s seat, I still couldn’t help feeling like the driver knew what we were doing, and the thought made me shake my head in mortification.
“Kel...lion.” It was supposed to be a protest, but it came out a whimper instead, with his fingers moving again, finding my nipple and tugging ever so gently.
And then he tugged once more, harder this time, and my body jerked.
“It’s your fault.” He raised me up on his lap so he could whisper into my ear while he kept on tugging, making my body jerk, playing with my flesh like it was a violin.
As his wicked fingers continued to wreak havoc, I said, “Sorry. Now...let...me...go.”
“Never.” His voice had lost its seductively teasing tone, and I knew he was saying ‘never’ to a whole new thing.
Oh, Kellion.
How could he still think I’d want to leave him?
Without saying a word, I twisted around and kissed him. He returned the kiss immediately, his hands sinking into my hair. Our lips meshed, our tongues touched, and the kiss became deeper and rawer, the air around us crackling—-
Kellion suddenly pulled away, panting. “We’re here.”
We were?
Dazed, I looked around, and it was only then I realized the limousine had already slowed to a stop and the driver stood next to our door, waiting for Kellion’s signal.
Kellion slowly lowered me back to the seat, brushing my hair away from my eyes and tucking loose strands behind my ears. He smiled down at me, a beautiful one because it was real. His voice, however, was serious as he asked, “No second thoughts?”
I took his hand. “Never.”
The dinner went by in a blur. I was pretty sure we were served good food, but I couldn’t remember what it was since all I could think about the whole time was what would happen afterwards.
The ride home was spent in silence, and this time both of us were seated, with only our hands entwined. His grip was almost painfully tight, but I wasn’t complaining. It made me feel like he really wouldn’t ever let me go.
The minutes flew, and soon we were standing in front of my door. My hands were shaking so bad Kellion had to take my keys from me and unlock the door himself.
And just like that, it was time.
Kellion changed the moment the door closed behind us, a predatory look entering his eyes as he came towards me. I found myself backing away, the way he didn’t take his gaze off my face making me gulp. Back, back, back, I kept thinking as something like a cross between fear and excitement skittered over my spine.
But then the back of my knees hit the bed, and there was nowhere else to go. I let out a silent gasp as I fell back. When my eyes opened, he was looming over me, my body imprisoned between his arms, his hands flat on the bed.
At that moment, he was all I could see. Above me, his lips curved slightly, softening his beautiful face into something almost ethereal, his smile telling me that somehow, he knew, too. Both of us knew. This was right.
My arms moved as he lowered himself down on me, both of us reaching for each other at the same time. Our lips met as our bodies came into contact. It wasn’t the first time we kissed, but the way he gasped against my mouth, the way my toes curled, oh God, it felt like it was.
Everything else felt as new. The way his hands caressed my skin, molding to each curve. The way his own body felt, the hardness of it, even the beauty of it. We undressed each other, my fingers clumsy on the buttons, his own hands shaking the moment he unclasped my bra and bared my breasts to his sight.
Clothes couldn’t be thrown to the floor fast enough, but somehow it still felt so slow, like time was teasing us, prolonging every moment, making us savor every tiny point of contact. His fingers on the underside of my breast. My hip against his hip. And oh, oh, his cock, hard but still against my throbbing core, a sleeping beast all on its own.
I stroked his hair as he moved down, Kellion sucking on my neck, harder and harder until I could almost swear he had drawn blood. If he had, I wouldn’t mind. Not at this point. Right now, it would feel right, him and me bonding that way.
My fingers tightened around his hair as he nuzzled the valley between my breasts. His hands shaped my flesh, petting the twin globes like they had been begging for his attention all along. Somehow, it did feel like that, the way my breasts swelled in his hands and my nipples puckered for a kiss.