Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 118860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Sarika managed to look him in the eye, even if it was very brief. “I was rather hoping for the part where things get out of hand.”
“I always accommodate my lady,” Tomas said. “Show me what you like in the way of beds and candles and the room setup. Your wildest dreams.”
Sarika hadn’t thought in terms of a room being in her wildest dreams. The best she’d been able to do was dream of being with Tomas. He was her wildest dream. She tried to think of what the bedroom had been like. She loved candles, and she had pictured a room lit with many candles and a wide, very comfortable bed with four posters. She had always liked the way a bed looked with sturdy columns for posts. She shared that with him.
Tomas waved his hand, and instantly the bedroom was transformed. They were no longer lying together on the hammock. The dark blue sheets covering the bed were luxurious, woven of bamboo, cooling, perfect for the tropical setting. Sarika was very happy they were still in their clothes. She had asked for this. She wanted this, but she wasn’t quite ready.
Dozens of flames flickered throughout the room, some lit up in sconces on the walls, while other candles were set in pillars around the room. Those flames cast shadows on the ceiling. Even the sconces lit the ceiling and didn’t shine on the walls so that the room seemed to be huge, a dark, mysterious cavern with the bed as the focus.
Tomas turned her into his arms, his mouth on hers, gentle, coaxing a response rather than demanding one. Instantly, she felt feverish, burning everywhere, flames as hot as the candles, spreading through her body in a maelstrom of desire like she’d never known. His lips feathered lightly over hers, strayed toward her high cheekbones and then down to her chin, leaving a trail of fire wherever he ventured.
He took his time, a leisurely assault, but when he returned to her mouth, it was with more precise pressure. His tongue slid along the seam of her lips, and she instinctively parted them slightly so she felt the silken tip touch her like a hot brand.
Tomas cradled her cheek as he teased and nibbled, catching her lower lip between his teeth to tug and bite with exquisite gentleness. Everywhere he feathered those kisses, he left a burning flame behind.
Sarika caught at the nape of his neck and exerted enough pressure, urging him to kiss her again on her mouth. Her lips. A real kiss. She needed that from him. Tomas didn’t disappoint; his mouth took hers in a long, passionate kiss that poured those same flames down her throat. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t find air. Her lungs felt raw and burning.
She tore her mouth from his and buried her face against his shoulder. The hot rush of his breath stirred tendrils of her hair as his thick chest rose and fell. He grasped the mass of hair that was suddenly loose from her braids, pulled her head back to expose her throat. Her heart stuttered and then began to pound as his lips burned a path, beginning at the hollow just beneath her left ear. Every nerve ending came alive as he traced the line of her vein with his tongue.
His fingers slid over the top of her shoulder, his thumb finding the wing of her collarbone, his palm exploring the curves of her body. It was only when he nuzzled the side of her throat right over her pounding pulse that she realized she didn’t have a single stitch covering her body.
Sarika gasped, already on fire. Already anticipating. She hadn’t been aware during the blood exchange, but her body remembered. He kissed her again, distracting her as his palm brushed the curve of her breast. Her nipple peaked, pushing against him. Just that slight touch sent heat waves rushing through her straight to her core. He stroked caresses with the backs of his fingers over her nipple, keeping her attention centered on the fire he created.
She lost her awareness of time. Of where they were. Of the fact that she was naked and moaning, exposing her throat to him when he once more licked over her pounding pulse. His mouth traveled from her throat to the tip of her breast. She found herself gasping, arching at the gentle tugs of his mouth. His tongue flicked her nipple and another moan escaped. She couldn’t lie still, parting her legs involuntarily. He slid one thigh into that space, and that was when she realized he wasn’t wearing clothes, either. She felt the rough hair sliding against the inside of her thigh, another brand marking her.
Sarika brought both hands to his head, her fingers sliding through his hair while he brushed those featherlight kisses on her inner wrists and elbows. His mouth wandered lower, finding the shallow depressions between her ribs, exploring every inch of her. Claiming every inch of her.