Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I use two fingers to lift her chin when she doesn’t respond. It’s just enough pressure to guide her gaze to mine. “Look at me.”
When she finally does, I find trust, not hesitation, in her eyes.
This, right here, is what matters.
Not control or urgency.
Just the choice she’s making to meet me with her eyes wide open.
Whatever fears I’ve carried about repeating the past, about being too much and losing her the way I lost another woman, relinquish their grip, one careful inch at a time. I don’t feel like I’m standing on the edge of a familiar mistake or that this is history circling back around. Instead, it feels like being given an unexpected chance to rewrite it.
It’s a surprise when she rises onto her tiptoes to brush her mouth across mine. The touch is light, but it still manages to pull a low groan from my chest.
When she returns for a second pass, lingering longer this time, I open to her tentative exploration. The moment she deepens the kiss, my arms slide around her, pulling her close until her softness fits against all my hard edges. My cock stiffens, pressing insistently against her lower abdomen.
She pulls back just enough to say, “I want you to make love to me, Laiken.”
I kiss her forehead, reveling in the sweet scent of her skin. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” I reply. “I’m going to give you so much pleasure. The kind that leaves no room for doubt. The kind you’ll never have to look elsewhere for.”
“Then I think you should start with taking off this dress,” she murmurs.
Before I can respond, she turns, presenting me with the long line of her spine. She gathers her hair up and holds it there. My hands shake as I reach for her, taking my time to carefully draw the zipper down until it reaches her waist. When she lowers her arms, I slide the fabric from one shoulder, then the other, watching as the pale-pink gown slips down her body before pooling at her feet.
She stands in front of me in nothing but delicate white lace.
My mouth goes dry.
This woman is so damn beautiful.
And she’s mine.
I remain still, content to watch the way her golden hair spills down her back as the lacy fabric hugs the curve of her ass. When I don’t immediately reach out and touch her, she glances over her shoulder, concern flickering across her features.
“Is something wrong?”
I shake my head. “No, everything is exactly right. Maybe for the first time in my life… everything feels right.”
Her lips curve upward in satisfaction as my hands rise, finding the clasp at her back. I take my time with it, stroking her skin, allowing the anticipation to build.
There’s a soft snap as the hooks release. The straps slide from her shoulders, gliding down her arms before the lace falls away and drifts to the floor. I lean in and press my lips to her skin.
When she turns her head, my mouth finds hers, and I kiss her. My hands slide around her rib cage until I’m able to cup her breasts. They’re the perfect handful.
I continue playing with her body until her breathing turns uneven and she’s shifting against me. One hand glides down her torso to her lacy panties. My finger strokes along the waistband before slipping beneath it to the top of her slit. She’s so damn silky soft. Just remembering how delicious she tastes is enough to make me rock hard. Especially when she’s coming against my tongue. It’s doubtful I’ll ever get enough of it. Of her. She whimpers when I find her clit, circling it with lazy movements, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible.
I press another kiss to the column of her neck. “Do you like that?”
Her hips rock against my hand. “I do.”
“Good, because I love touching you and making you come. Even more than that, I love the sounds you make when you’re flooding my mouth with cream. I love knowing that I give you so much pleasure.”
I shift, wanting her to feel exactly what she does to me. “Are you ready to be mine?”
“Please, Laiken.”
“You never have to ask twice. I’ll always give you everything you want.”
I lift her into my arms and press a kiss against her forehead. It only takes two long strides to reach the bed. After setting her on the mattress, I straighten, needing to take in the sight before me. Her breasts are high and perky, with rosy little nipples that beg for my attention. I lean down and tongue the one closest to me before sucking it deep into my mouth. With a groan, her back bows off the mattress, as if trying to get closer. My free hand settles over the other breast, plucking and tugging at the stiffened bud before palming the softness.