Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 127461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Gorya shuddered beneath her, his legs moving as restlessly as hers had. “I’m listening, baby, but you’d better talk fast or start working on giving me a hand job.”
“I wasn’t thinking hand job. I thought we could skip all the way to step one hundred.”
Gorya froze again, his gaze fixed on her face. She felt she could drown in his eyes. Be lost there. She wanted to drown in him.
“Baby.” The sound was a cross between a groan and a sexy rasp.
“No, I mean it. I want you right now. This way. I don’t know what I’m doing, so you’ll have to help me, but I want you inside me. Filling me up, part of me. Skin to skin. The way we’re meant to be. I want to make love to you. I’m asking you to help me do that.”
“Damn it, Maya, you know I can’t refuse you. I don’t even want to, but you have to be sure. Be certain. You can’t do this for me. I can wait.”
His voice sounded hoarse. Broken. Sexy. He might think he could wait—and he probably could because he loved her that much and he would sacrifice anything for her—but she wasn’t willing to let him do it. And she wanted him. Craved him.
She tightened her fist around his cock, thumb moving in swirls through those drops. “I want this for me. For both of us. Right now. I know this is the right time.” Her hips gave a little undulation, spreading fire along his lower thighs. “I need you in me. I just have to be the one controlling how at first.”
Kiss me, baby. I need you to kiss me.
That was unexpected. She had geared herself up for climbing onto his cock, but that wasn’t Gorya, no matter how much he might want her there. He needed to connect them first. And their connection was the intimacy of their minds and his blazing kisses. His arms swept around her. Tight. Firm. That wall of protection he gave her where she always felt so safe.
Very gently Gorya pulled her body to him. She slid deliciously over his straining cock. Sprawled over his chest, her legs on either side of his ribs until he cupped the back of her head and simply brought his mouth to hers. The earth stood still. Time stopped. Her heart clenched hard in her chest and her sex fluttered. This man.
His lips brushed over hers gently. Once. Twice. Barely there. A whisper of a touch, no more, but it was a brand. His brand. His tongue teased along the seam of her lips, silently commanding her to open for him, and she did, helpless to do anything else. Her heart stuttered and then pounded like mad. A thousand butterflies took wing in her stomach. It was impossible not to get lost in the fiery paradise of his mouth. Flames raced down her throat, spread through her veins, straight to her sex.
For the very first time, his fist bunched in her hair, his first sign of aggression. For one brief second panic welled, but his kisses were possessive, and he poured himself into her. Taking her into him. Breathing for both of them. Sweeping her up into a world of color, of magic and perfect cleansing fire.
Everything around her receded until there was only Gorya. Only him. This man. Her arms were around his neck, fingers digging into his short hair. She found herself kissing him back, giving him everything she was. Wanting to give him so much more. For her, he managed to wipe out the past in these golden, glittering moments she got to spend with him. He gave her laughter. Fun. Ensured Wraith’s survival. Appreciated the warrior in her and saw the woman even when she didn’t. And he gave her this—making her feel like a sexual being when she’d been certain she never would or could be.
He kissed her over and over, breathing for them both when he stole the breath from her lungs. She found she liked hard and demanding kisses. Possessive kisses. She even liked his fist bunched in her hair. There was no holding back from him, not a single part of her. She didn’t want to and she didn’t try. She surrendered everything she was to him. Melting into him, giving up heart and soul, needing him to know she was ready for step one hundred.
The most important step of all.
The most important step was the first, Maya. Your trust. When you gave me your trust. I hadn’t earned it and you still gave it to me. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. I’m a fucking Amurov.
Maya framed his beloved face with her palms. You’re my fucking Amurov. You always will be.
His smile started in his mind. Right there first. She felt joy in him. His eyes lit up, the frost disappearing, and then his lips curved and his white teeth flashed at her. “Are you ready for this, baby?”