Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I fall apart under the onslaught of pleasure unlike anything I’ve known.
“Sergei,” I whisper, or maybe I moan. His name is a prayer on my tongue, broken and desperate, over and over again.
He hums softly in response, and the vibration sends a fresh wave of pleasure rolling through me. I gasp, my hips arching into his mouth, and he doesn’t stop me. If anything, he encourages me. His grip on my thighs tightens, and the rhythm of his tongue over my clit grows more deliberate, more possessive, like he wants to carve his name there so that I’m forever marked as his.
Pressure builds faster than ever before. Maybe it’s because we’ve been circling each other for weeks, heat simmering just beneath the surface, or maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones. Either way, my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, sweeping me under.
I cry out, fingers twisting the sheets as my body bucks beneath the pleasure. He holds me through it, never easing up, wringing every last tremor from me.
By the time I come down, I’m shaking, boneless, completely shattered.
He stands slowly, kissing a path up my stomach, between my breasts, along my collarbone, until he’s face to face with me again. He’s breathing hard, but there’s a softness in his eyes now. Something deeper than lust. It scares me a little.
His hands frame my face, thumbs brushing gently along my cheeks.
“You’re incredible,” he says softly, his forehead pressing to mine.
“You are,” I manage, my thoughts still scattered.
Sensing my fog, he kisses me tenderly, erasing the need for words. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I press against him, already desperate to feel him inside me. His hardness throbs between us, and I’m stunned by his restraint.
“Do you want this, Nicole?” he asks, pulling back to search my face.
“More than anything I’ve ever wanted,” I whisper, pushing him back until he lies on the bed.
I straddle his lap and begin undoing every last button, from his shirt to his trousers. My fingers skim up his chest, and the taut muscles jump under my touch. He’s chiseled like a god, carved from stone just for me. I shove his shirt off his shoulders. He sits up just enough to fling it to the floor.
17
SERGEI
Her fingers trail over my chest, tracing the lines of muscle like she’s memorizing me. I feel the tremor in her fingers, the quick rise and fall of her breath, yet there’s no hesitation in her movements.
I lie back when she nudges me, my body already thrumming with anticipation, my eyes locked on her like I’ll lose her if I blink. She straddles me, thighs snug against my ribs, her heat brushing against me in exquisite torture. I reach up to run my hands along her sides, her ribs, her hips, trying to anchor myself. She’s so goddamn beautiful like this, flushed and fierce and trembling just a little, as undone by this as I am.
Her fingers slide down to my waistband, dragging my pants lower until I kick them off the rest of the way. Her gaze dips, and she lets out a small, breathy laugh, almost in awe. It shoots straight through me, somehow making me even harder.
“Nicole,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” she says, cutting me off with a quiet certainty that sets my blood on fire. “I told you. More than anything.”
Her fingers wrap around my cock, and my hips jerk before I can stop myself. I swallow a curse. Her touch is careful but confident, and when she positions herself and starts to sink onto me, I swear I forget how to breathe.
My hands fly to her hips, anchoring me while I fight for control, but her heat swallows me inch by inch—tighter than I remembered, wetter than I ever imagined.
“Fuck,” I groan, my head falling back as I fill her completely. “You feel so fucking good, Nicole.”
She stills for a heartbeat, adjusting to me, palms splayed over my chest. The look in her eyes is wild and unguarded, like she’s just as overwhelmed as I am.
I reach up and cup her face, brushing my thumb along her jaw. “You okay?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nods. “You?”
“Fuck yes,” I mutter, earning a soft laugh that vibrates through her whole body, and right through mine.
Then she starts to move. Slow at first, rocking her hips in a rhythm that makes my blood burn and my control unravel. I grip her waist, guiding her, watching the way her body rolls against mine. She’s mesmerizing. Every sound she makes, every flicker of expression on her face, etches itself into my brain.
I sit up suddenly, wrapping an arm around her waist and capturing her mouth with mine. Her moan is swallowed by the kiss as I shift us, turning her beneath me in one smooth motion.