Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
He loved her responses, so innocent and passionate at once. She reacted to him as if she’d never experienced such sensations before.
That was a good sign, because from here on out, there’d be no other for her, whether London cared to admit it or not. The tangy, musky flavor of her made his tongue tingle. She was delicious.
Zahn wanted more!
Releasing her clit, he pushed his tongue into her damp hole, thrusting into her.
London wiggled and squirmed, mashing her pussy against his face. She murmured incoherent words, but they went unheeded. He needed her more than he’d ever thought possible.
He captured the drops of her excitement in his mouth. Zahn lifted his head long enough to chuckle at her eagerness. “Patience, Princess. We have plenty of time.”
Lowering his mouth again, he ran his tongue from her clit to the slick entrance of her wet pussy. What had happened in that time since London had run away that made him want her so much?
His cock was so stiff it ached. When he’d touched her, it hadn’t been his intention to experience this burning lust. Zahn had wanted to teach her a lesson, but now, it seemed he was the one who was learning something. He had to stop, but just one more lick, a little suck.
That’s all he needed.
With a groan, Zahn pressed his mouth against her cunt, his tongue leaving no inch of it unexplored. London was so wet she literally dripped with her need for him.
She screamed with pleasure, wiggling and grinding against him. London rattled her chains, this time not to break free, but from the inability to keep still.
More than anything he wanted to slide his cock into her tight sheath, but the orgasm would have to be earned. Reluctantly he pulled back.
She whimpered and lifted her hips as though begging for more.
Zahn licked her juices from his lips. London was a tasty temptation he had trouble resisting. Getting off the bed, he stood over her. Confusion clouded her eyes.
London’s lips parted in an unspoken question.
“Yes, you wanted me, but you can’t have me—yet. Think about it while I go to the upper deck and check on the ship.” He walked out of the room then.
Leaving her was harder than he thought.
When the door shut behind him, Paris let out a sob. What the hell just happened?
That maniac had kidnapped and chained her to his bed, yet when he touched her, her body burst into flames.
She’d had boyfriends in the past, but the most she’d allowed was heavy petting.
One boyfriend had even fingered her, but none of her past men had ever made her feel anywhere near this insatiable lust. Paris had never been so close to an orgasm in her life that wasn’t ministered by her own hand.
What kind of person was she to respond so wantonly to a complete stranger? Sure, it had been a while since she’d dated, but she wasn’t that desperate for a man. Never mind he was one of the sexiest pieces of man candy she’d seen in a while.
Are you nuts? This man took you away from your home and took you to… where in the world was she? This place had a futuristic feel about it.
Paris stretched her neck as far as it would go to get a look around her. The room was spacious enough. At first glance, it was like any ordinary bedroom, but the walls were metallic, and the window reminded her of the kind you saw on a cruise ship except bigger.
The feeling of movement was another thing that struck her. Was she on some kind of shuttle? Not to mention, when her captor spoke it wasn’t in a language she recognized. The only word she’d picked up from his deep, guttural words was London.
He’d said it often enough for Paris to believe he thought that was her name.
Paris’s breath caught in her throat as a thought occurred to her. He believed that’s who she was. How could that be? Her sister and mother had been missing for twenty years. Could it be that this man had something to do with their disappearance?
If he believed she was her sister, then London had somehow escaped him. It was the only thing that made sense. Now that she’d figured that out, how on earth would she get away? Worse still, how would she squash these inconvenient feelings she had for him, especially when he thought she was someone else?
She’d wanted some excitement in her life, but this wasn’t what she’d had in mind.
Chapter
Five
Some excitement this was turning out to be. The adage be careful what you wished for certainly came to mind. Paris’s last coherent thought was crying herself to sleep. She remembered experiencing the most delicious dream. Warm hands had massaged her flesh, heating it to near burning.