Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 163328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 653(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 653(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
She flew.
I woke gently, quietly, blinking into the darkness and marveling at the discrepancy in the dream. For years, I’d relived the countess falling to the rocks and always woke gasping and shaking with tears in my eyes.
But not this time.
This time I felt warm and peaceful and…
I wasn’t the only one awake.
Lying on my side, I stared at the wall. The wild mane of my hair sprawled across the mattress behind me. With a hand tangled in it.
Ashley was petting me.
I held still, measuring my breaths as he stroked the spiraled strands and smoothed out the knots.
The sensation crawled into my veins, torturing me. I didn’t know what felt true—my delirious pleasure in the affection or his ability to give it. But it felt right. He felt right. I didn’t want him to stop.
His breathing quickened, deepened, and his fingers wandered to my hip. The heat of his hand lingered there, soaking through the blanket and saturating my skin. It was the touch of a man with one thing on his mind.
My body fevered, and my pulse sped up. This was what I’d wanted. But wasn’t it too soon?
If he gave me his seed tonight, I could move forward with the pregnancy plan. But shouldn’t I try for his heart first? That ruse was easier to play out, less complicated.
If he tried to bed me now, I could deny him, give him the chase men seemed to love. It might make him want me more.
If I denied him, he might force me.
I spent thirty seconds reasoning this out before his hand disappeared.
He slid soundlessly from the bed and strode to the balcony, making the decision for me.
I simmered in frustration and cursed myself for feeling rejected again by a man I didn’t want.
But I did desire him. For reasons any woman with working eyes desired him. I could look past his pestilent personality for an hour or two if it meant putting my hands all over that flawless, godlike body.
I wasn’t usually so lustful and eager. But it had been two years since I’d lost myself on a man’s cock, and after spending two days with this one, I was feeling that abstention right where I needed him the most.
My cunt throbbed. My nipples hardened. My entire body strained to sense his movements on the balcony. Then I heard it.
A grunt. A heavy breath. More followed. Then, “Oh, God. Oh, Christ, yes.”
I froze, dazed, rendered utterly confused. Those whispered throaty words sounded nothing like his voice.
Sliding from the bed, I followed the string of muffled groans toward the balcony. The loud creaking of the ship deadened my soft steps. His gasping sounds smothered my own labored breaths.
Pausing just out of view, I peeked around the edge of the open door and choked.
Standing in the muted glow of the distant stern lantern, a broad-shouldered silhouette bent at the rail, tall, dark, and gloriously nude. With his back to me, he gripped the balustrade with one hand and stroked his shaft with the other.
My drubbing heart propelled into my throat, and I pressed a hand over my gaping mouth.
Ashley Cutler, you gorgeous, filthy pervert.
His arse was so chiseled and perfectly shaped I wanted to cry. Powerful thighs flexed and contracted as he strained on his toes and worked his muscled arm. And his noises… Those hungry grunts, trapped behind clenched teeth, sent a million shivers up and down and through my body.
Leaning into his impassioned strokes, he was in plain view of the moon and the endless roaring sea. Oh, I envied those waves. He pleasured himself for them, gripping and jerking his long swollen rod.
Earlier, I’d felt the thick length of it through his breeches. But to behold it in the flesh, to feel the weight of it in my hand… My fingernails bit into my palms as bolts of liquid heat pulsed through my blood and leaked between my legs.
His breathing came faster. Mine came harsher. Moisture broke out on my forehead. More trickled down my thigh.
Impressive in size and manner, he loomed on the balcony, absorbing shadows and taking up space. The muscles in his back bunched and played with the dim light, his body smooth and hard, glinting silver like the sea in the moonlight.
Watching him, I felt too little, too delicate to accommodate all that strength and terrifying authority. But I would. I would fit him inside me and wrap myself around that broad chest, those muscular legs, that hard, hungry cock.
And if I stood here another second, I might do something embarrassing like force myself upon him.
Fisting my hands, I slowly retreated and crept back to bed. There, I lay on my side, facing the wall, and listened to him grunt, stroke, and moan his way to release.
The sound of him coming set off a mini-orgasm through my core. I shuddered and shook with my hand over my mouth, trying with all my might to calm myself.