Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 60711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
He was behind her.
Inside her.
And the mirror in front of them showed everything.
“Watch.” His voice was a dark command against her ear. “Watch what I do to you.”
She couldn’t.
She absolutely couldn’t.
But her eyes lifted anyway, drawn by some force she couldn’t resist, and what she saw made her whole body clench around him.
Paul’s reflection stared back at her, his gray eyes burning, his jaw tight with restraint. His copper hair was disheveled—her fault, from all the times she’d dragged her fingers through it—and his white shirt hung open, revealing the chest she’d mapped with her mouth just hours ago.
And below that—
She could see where they were joined.
Could see him sliding in and out of her, slow and deliberate, each thrust making her body rock forward against the counter.
“Paul—” His name came out broken. Desperate. “I can’t—”
“You can.” He withdrew almost completely, and she whimpered at the loss. “You will.”
He slammed back in.
Andie cried out, her head falling forward, but his hand was immediately in her hair, tilting her face back up.
“I said watch.”
How was she supposed to watch when she could barely think?
Twelve hours ago, she’d been...untouched.
Twelve hours ago, she’d thought she understood what desire meant.
She’d been so, so wrong.
The castle bedroom had been first—that devastating encounter where he’d taken her virginity with such aching tenderness that she’d cried. Then he’d carried her to the massive stone shower and taken her again, her back against the cold tile, steam swirling around them as hot water cascaded over their joined bodies.
The car ride to the airport should have been a reprieve.
It wasn’t.
He’d pulled her onto his lap the moment the privacy partition went up, and she’d ridden him while the Colorado mountains blurred past the tinted windows, her hands braced on his shoulders, his fingers digging bruises into her hips.
And now this.
The jet’s bathroom, of all places.
She’d only meant to freshen up. To splash water on her face and try to look like a woman who hadn’t been thoroughly ravished for half a day straight.
But Paul had followed her in.
Locked the door behind him.
And before she could say a word, he’d bent her over the counter and pushed her skirt up around her waist.
“You’re not wearing underwear.” The discovery had made his voice go dark and dangerous.
“You ripped them,” she’d reminded him breathlessly. “In the car.”
“So I did.”
And then he’d thrust inside her, and she’d stopped thinking entirely.
That was—she didn’t know how long ago. Minutes? Hours? Time had lost all meaning, reduced to nothing but sensation and need and the relentless rhythm of his body claiming hers.
“One more.” Paul’s pace was increasing now, his control finally starting to fray. “Give me one more, koukla mou.”
She shook her head. She couldn’t. There was nothing left. She’d shattered so many times that she was nothing but pieces held together by his hands.
“You can.” His fingers found that sensitive bundle of nerves, and her whole body jerked. “One more. For me.”
He circled.
Pressed.
And drove into her so deep she felt it in her soul.
“Come.”
The command shattered her.
Andie screamed—actually screamed, the sound echoing off the bathroom’s marble walls—as the orgasm ripped through her with devastating force. Her vision went white. Her body clenched around him in rhythmic pulses. Her legs gave out entirely, and only his arm kept her upright.
She felt him follow her over the edge.
Felt him bury himself to the hilt and hold there, his groan vibrating against her neck, his release flooding her in hot pulses that seemed to go on forever.
When it was finally over, they both sagged against the counter.
Andie couldn’t move.
Couldn’t speak.
Could barely remember her own name.
Paul withdrew carefully, and she whimpered at the loss of him. He turned her in his arms, lifting her easily, and carried her back to the jet’s bedroom.
The sheets were already destroyed from earlier, but neither of them cared.
He laid her down like she was something precious.
Something breakable.
And then he curled around her, pulling her back against his chest, his arm draped protectively over her waist.
“Sleep,” he murmured against her hair. “We have a few hours before we land.”
“Mmm.”
It was all she could manage.
His lips pressed to her temple. His thumb traced lazy circles on her hip. His heartbeat was steady against her back, and wrapped in his warmth, surrounded by his scent, Andie felt herself melting into the mattress.
He was so tender like this.
So gentle.
So different from the man who’d just commanded her to watch while he took her from behind.
It almost made her want to believe that he—
Nope.
Nope nope nope.
Don’t be greedy, Andie.
She had more than she’d ever dreamed of. A husband who wanted her. Who cared for her. Who made her body sing in ways she hadn’t known were possible.
Wanting his love on top of all that?
That was asking too much.
That was setting herself up for heartbreak.
So she closed her eyes, pressed herself closer to his warmth, and let sleep take her.