Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Every instinct in my body screams out for me to give myself to him, fully throw myself at this man, and take whatever comes.
In sickness and in health.
I whimper as he drags his tongue up my slit, teasing me as his hands sink deeper into my thighs.
He squeezes on possessively as if he’s never going to let go as if he’s been looking forward to this all night just like me.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls, moving his tongue from my clit and around my lips.
My legs tremble when he concentrated on my clit, swirling his tongue around it. It feels so much more sensitive than the times I’ve touched myself thinking of Damien Dovlatov.
But there’s no need for imagination now.
It’s all so achingly real.
My clit pulses just like my core deep inside, the rhythms matching as he licks firmer, quicker, claiming me like only he can.
He moves his tongue with even more fury, making groaning noises that tell me he’s getting as much pleasure from this as me.
My hips are going into crazy mode.
I don’t even know what I’m doing, just loving life, my whole body alight. My insides are fluttering, and my pussy aches, my clit most of all, like all the euphoria is going to burst out of that one tingly spot.
Burning, aching, everything just right there, right there….
The orgasm rushes over me, stronger than the last, gripping me. I can hardly take it.
My mind flits to the future, with Damien waiting for me at the altar. I imagine him inside of me on our wedding night, then I look down through pleasure-blurry eyes, looking at the real him.
His silver-haired head moves up and down as he licks, pushing his face forward as if wanting to sink into me. His lips graze my sex as his tongue attacks my clit.
My hand snaps over my mouth, trapping the scream that tries to escape.
I’m shuddering so bad the mattress is making a whining noise.
But I can’t stop.
My thighs close, trapping his head, hungry for him.
My whole body is starving for this man. My whole being aches.
“Fuck.” Damien breathes once it’s over, raising his head to look at me, his lips glimmering when he smirks. “Your pussy is soaked for me, Liliana. Drenched. You’re ready to take every inch, aren’t you? Every. Goddamn. Inch.”
He slips his finger deeper inside with each word until he’s buried up to the knuckle. I wriggle and moan as fresh pleasure erupts inside of me.
But then I falter. The moment seems to teeter like it might topple over.
My body reacts. My insides tighten as nerves threaten to ruin it, everything.
“I can’t wait to watch those tits bounce for me. I’m going to take you slow at first, but I can feel how badly your body wants it.”
“I do want it,” I whisper. “But….”
Shut up, a voice snaps at me, maybe my core, the destiny-driven desire, as crazy as that sounds.
But that’s not saying much. Everything is batshit right now.
“But?” he says, sitting up slightly.
His powerful body bulges in the suit jacket. Suddenly I’m aware of the difference; my body is revealed while his clothes protect him. It all feels so silly like I’m completely drowning, out of my depth. Gasping for air.
I grab the blanket and pull it up to cover my body.
He frowns, sitting back, softly rubbing at his mouth. It’s like he’s smearing me away.
I wish I could take the words back.
But then he’d keep going. I’d let him. Because I want this, want to be the person he needs, want the closeness and the release.
“What’s wrong, Liliana?” he asks.
There’s a savage tinge to his voice, buried in the genuine concern. It’s like he’s making a special effort to rein in the wilder parts of him, the beast parts which emerged just now.
The parts I loved so much.
There it is again, that Beauty and the Beast feeling.
Except I know, he thinks I’m pretty now. I never did before.
“It’s nothing,” I say, turning away.
“It’s obviously not nothing.” His voice is steady. “But you don’t have to tell me.”
“I shouldn’t have let it get this far,” I whisper.
He laughs gruffly. “I wasn’t lying before. I could feel how badly you wanted it, Liliana. You were shaking for me. What is it? Wait….”
He rears back fully now, like a bear, my big Bratva boss bear. His eyes are narrowed. His lips turned down, not a sneer, not a frown, not a grimace.
It’s complete devastation.
His look is so ashen, so void of life, for a second I wonder if somebody’s been shot.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks, voice trembling slightly as if he can’t completely hold it back.
I study him, as everything seems to grow brighter.
That’s why he looks like he wants to tear the whole world apart? Because I might have a boyfriend?
Maybe he does like me. It might not be as much as I need him, this sudden beyond-a-crush plan, kids and a family, and an entire beautiful life he might call completely stupid if he knew.