Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
The heat of him burns through my inhibitions, fear continuing to evade me as my heart pounds, my body aching in shameless yearning.
"Are we still playing games?"
His cool voice should intimidate me, but all it does is make all my secret places swell in need.
"Y-Yes."
"And you want me to ask you again."
"Y-Yes."
"So be it."
His dangerously soft tone makes my heart feel like it's racing and breaking at the same time. The weight of his body pressing me into the mattress, the way his breath fans across my face, the intensity in those ice-blue eyes—it's almost too much to bear.
"If we get married...can you promise not to fall in love with me?"
I look into his eyes and see nothing but unyielding coldness, his soul hidden behind walls built so high they seem impossible to scale.
Doesn't matter.
"If we get married," I hear myself echo his words in a whisper.
He's fighting a losing battle.
"I can only promise—"
Since God is on our side, not his.
"—to do my best not to fall in love with you."
Chapter Six
DID SHE JUST SAY SHE would do her best not to fall in love with him?
Wynd had every intention of questioning this deliberate evasion.
Of demanding her unequivocal surrender to his terms.
But when she suddenly raised her head from the charcoal-gray pillows to start nibbling on his lips—
What the—
Wynd glowered down at her even as he fought to maintain his control. "Are you trying to distract me?"
His growl only caused her eyes to sparkle with mischief, and he could only grit his teeth against the urge to start doing a little nibbling himself.
"Is it working?"
The answer to that should be no.
Absolutely, categorically no.
But if he were to say that, he would be lying—
Her lips started to curve. "I guess it is—mmph."
Wynd shut her up with a kiss, claiming her mouth with a fierce possession that should have intimidated her. Instead, her body shook with delighted laughter beneath him, the sound vibrating against his chest even as her breasts started to swell, their pouting peaks scraping delectably against the fine cotton of his shirt.
The contrast was maddening, her innocent joy mixed with the unmistakable evidence of her arousal.
It was temptation at its finest. Innocence at its most seductive. And it was devastatingly effective in destroying what remained of his legendary control.
Damn her.
What was once his sanctuary now seemed like a cage that forced him to abandon his every rule in life. Passion had taken over all his senses, and the very air around them was thick with desire, crackling in intensity as he felt more of her softness molding against the rigid set of his body.
Star's moan was like a siren's call to his already burning flesh as his mouth moved down to the elegant column of her neck, sucking the tender skin until it bloomed with his mark.
The taste of her—sweet and warm and utterly addictive—flooded his senses, and this early on, Wynd already knew he would be possessive toward her like he had never been possessive toward any other woman in his life.
Star was his.
And he wanted the whole world to know it.
He released his hold on her wrists to reach for her breasts, and he had her writhing and clawing at the sheets as he began kneading her swollen globes through the thin fabric of her yellow dress. The material was soft beneath his palms, but not nearly as soft and supple as the ample flesh it covered.
Wynd waited until her restlessness reached its peak, her every movement dictated by desire, and her hips lifting instinctively toward him. He waited until she was moaning anew, lost in the sensations he was creating...and only then did he rip her dress with one decisive yank.
The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the quiet room, and her eyes flew open in shock, her body jerking beneath him.
"W-Wynd—"
She was unable to say anything else as his lips closed over one straining pink tip, the contrast of her pale skin against the dark bedding making her look like a goddess laid out for worship. He suckled hungrily, and her fingers drove through his hair, her grip tightening as she pushed the sensitive bud deeper into his mouth.
It was as if his mischievous angel of sunshine wanted to be devoured completely.
Ah, my troublesome little Star.
You don't know what you're asking for.
But since that was what she desired, then who was he to deny her?
Wynd moved to her other breast, and her body arched tautly as he lavished it with the same hungry attention. The way she responded to his every touch further eroded his control, his own rough pants filling the room as he clasped her narrow waist in his hands.
His lips moved further down, her shaken gasps heightening his arousal as he left a trail of soft, teasing kisses on her ribs. Her stomach. Her belly. He felt her body shudder as his mouth neared the juncture between her legs, and it almost made him smile.