Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Her mouth opened and closed, appearing to be trying to find some kind of answer for that. Instead, she reached up and pulled me back down to her. Her lips were sweet, and her kiss was demanding.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
When I slipped my hand down her body, caressing her soft skin down to the waist of her pants, I broke the kiss and stood next to the bed so I could watch every single inch of her be exposed. I was gentle in sliding her pants down her thighs, her panties following.
She smiled up at me and I could only look at her in wonder. She was beyond perfect and no matter how she got here, I was the luckiest man alive for having her in my bed.
"Artem, please, I need you," she whined, bending her legs up and letting her knees fall wide.
"Those are the sweetest words I have ever heard," I said before placing a kiss on the inside of each of her knees. I moved down to her thighs, kissing back and forth slowly. I could smell her sweet desire, and I knew she wanted this as much as I did.
"Artem," she whined and tried to close her legs. I held her knees down to continue my slow torture.
Finally, when I got to her soaked core, it only took a few long, deliberate licks of my tongue over her clit to have her thighs shaking and her back arching, thrusting those beautiful tits in the air.
I sat back and watched the last rays of golden sunlight dance over her skin before stripping off my suit.
She watched me with hungry eyes, and my god, if that wasn't enough to make a man feel good.
Her little pink tongue darted out of her mouth and licked her top lip slowly, closely watching my pants drop and my heavy cock spring up against my abs.
"Do you want this, princess?"
Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she nodded.
"Tell me how."
This time she shook her head then rose from the bed and stood in front of me, close enough that my cock left a trail of pre-cum smeared on her stomach.
She grabbed my hand and pulled it close to her face, nuzzling my palm for a moment before she laced her fingers in mine and wordlessly pulled me onto the bed, over her. She kissed me again, slowly, thoroughly, and I knew what she wanted.
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her to me as I lined our bodies up, her thighs immediately spreading and her ankles hooking behind my back.
"You are so beautiful," I whispered in her ear as I pushed inside of her.
She gasped and pulled my lips to hers for another kiss.
This wasn't like any other time I had taken a lover.
This wasn't as cold and professional as the women I had used to relieve stress. It wasn't transactional like the women who dated me to be seen.
This wasn't even the incredibly hot, bordering-on-violent sex that I had with Viktoria before.
This wasn’t about showing Viktoria her place or controlling her.
This was something else entirely. It pulled at strings inside my heart, inside my soul, that I didn't know existed. With every slow, methodical thrust inside of her hot, tight little body, I felt closer to her.
I buried my face in her hair, loving that I was surrounded by her vanilla scent. I couldn't stop my hands from exploring her body, my mouth from kissing the long column of her neck, even if it was just to feel her heart flutter in her veins.
She gasped and writhed under me, her ankles never letting me pull out too far.
We devoured each other. Hands, lips, bodies, souls, everything. I gave more than I took and she did the same.
It was heaven.
All too soon I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my spine, but I would be damned if I had my release before she had her second.
She enjoyed fighting with me; she liked when I whispered filthy, even degrading things into her ear. I wondered what it would be like if I whispered the truth, if I whispered praise.
"No one has ever made me feel like this," I said, rough with emotion. "No one has ever challenged me like you have, has ever made me want to fight for something more."
She gasped under me. Her trembling thighs tightened on my hips.
"The way you fight me is incredible. Your body is perfect but the fire that you have, that drives you, is a pure aphrodisiac."
"Artem," she gasped again, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"Come for me, princess. Not because I'm demanding you to, or controlling you, but because you want to."
She panted my name again, and I had to fight the demand that was my own pleasure.
"Come, princess, take the pleasure I'm giving you. Feel all of me and know that I'll always be yours. Only yours."