Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I find myself taking the ten steps to get closer to her, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. It brings us eye level with each other. She just stares at me. Her eyes seem so big and bright now, her long black lashes giving her a doe-eyed look.
Her hand comes up, reaching out and touching my face. She runs it along the stubble on my jaw, and her mouth parts a little as her tongue comes out, wetting her bottom lip. It takes everything in me not to groan at the simple action. I want to taste her plump bottom lip for myself, then push my tongue into her mouth.
“You came,” she says, her voice filled with wonder. The sound is soft and sweet.
“I came?” I ask, not understanding what she means. She just nods her head, her dark curls bouncing with the movement. I can’t stop myself from reaching out and grabbing one. She doesn’t flinch like a lot of people do around me. I’m a big guy and my size can be intimidating. The scar running from the top of my left eyebrow down to my jaw doesn’t help, but she doesn’t seem scared at all. No, she’s looking at me like I’m looking at her. I’m no angel, far from it. But I like her eyes on me.
“Like in my books. You look just like I thought,” she says. Then she throws herself at me. She wraps her arms around my neck, taking me by surprise.
Chapter 2
Alexander
Closing my eyes, I let her warm curves mold against me, and I selfishly take what she’s offering. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer, knowing I should stop but unable to. She fits against me perfectly, like she’s meant to be mine. Made just for me. Perfection that I intend to keep.
“What’s your name, little one?” I ask, trying to soften my voice, not wanting to scare her as I press my face into her long, dark chocolate-colored hair and smell the sweet scent of rose petals. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever smelled in my life.
She pulls back only just slightly to look into my eyes. Her blue eyes are big with wonder. “Liliana.”
Her smile is warm, and she’s looking at me like I’ve come to save her. Maybe I have. The trusting look is almost enough to bring me to my knees. It’s innocent and pure, like nothing dirty has ever touched her, not like the women who usually hit on me. They look at me like I have an edge. They think because I look rough around the edges, maybe even a little dangerous, that that’s what I’ll give them. Sweet and innocent never even look at me, but this one just threw herself at me.
She doesn’t even know she should be scared, that when she jumped into my arms she sealed her fate.
“I’m Alexander. And you’re mine now, Liliana,” I say, moving my hands lower and cupping her ass in a possessive hold. “You belong to me.” I squeeze her soft flesh, showing her just how true my words are. Only me. She belongs to only me.
She smiles again and nods her head, making her ringlets bounce. “What took you so long?” she whispers, that look of awe still on her face.
I can’t help but let out a little laugh. “I had to find you, princess. You were hiding from me,” I tease. I have no idea what is going on, but I don’t give a shit. Can’t bring myself to care. All I know I care about in this moment is making sure no one takes her from me and that her sweet little ass stays right in my hands.
She presses her breasts against my chest and puts her weight on me. I pick her up from the stairs, and she wraps her legs around my waist like she’s been doing it for years.
“I’ll never hide from you again,” she whispers.
I grind her body against my hard cock and push all coherent thought out of my head. This is my greatest fantasy come to life, and I’m not about to question it. I’m not going to concentrate on anything else other than Liliana and making every inch of her mine. Because a part of me thinks this is too good to be true. Maybe I’m still at home in my bare, cold condo, asleep and dreaming of the perfect girl. Because that is what she is. She is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Those nights when I lay in bed and stroked myself to release, I’d been thinking of her.
“No you won’t. You’ll never be out of my arms again,” I growl, pulling her even closer, not wanting even a sliver of space between us. I won’t give her the chance to hide.