Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Damien,” I breathe. “Please.”
He pulls the dress up slowly, inch by inch, until I lift my arms and let him slide it over my head. I lie bare beneath him, the warm night air brushing over my skin, the waves murmuring just a few feet away. His eyes drag over me, slow and reverent, and I see the hunger in his face. Though that isn’t the only place his desire is on display.
He kisses down my body, his lips moving from my collarbone to the swell of my breast. He knows exactly where to suck, where to nibble lightly to elicit the most inhuman sounds from me. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. He worships my body in a way that only he can do.
I’m absolutely soaked, writhing for him, when he finally slips a finger inside me. He pulls away slightly and looks me in the eye as he removes the finger and salaciously slips it into his mouth.
“I love the way you taste,” he growls. “You’re always so ready for me.”
I can only nod as he begins moving lower, replacing his fingers with his tongue. I stare up at the stars, digging my hands into the blanket, feeling the sand underneath conform to my grasp. He is so achingly thorough, tasting every inch of me, lapping me up like he’s been lost in the desert and I’m a glass of water.
The pleasure that crashes over me comes hard and fast, and I’m screaming his name into the night. He works me through it, his tongue not leaving my wet folds until my body has completely relaxed.
I am jelly beneath him as he begins kissing me again, bringing my body back to life.
He kisses my jaw, my mouth, and gently cups my breasts before finally settling between my legs. He slides his cock into me in one swift movement, and I almost shatter again right then.
He moves slowly, settling into me deeper than I thought possible. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him there, needing every inch of him, needing to feel him in every possible way. His breath stutters against my throat, and he mutters something low in Russian that I don’t understand, but the way our bodies move transcends language. I understand him in the way his hands grip my hips, in the way his mouth opens mine and his tongue begs me for submission.
“Lyra,” he murmurs, his voice raw. “You feel like heaven.”
I smile into his kiss, because I don’t know what else to do. My body is burning, pulsing, wrapped tight around him and unraveling at the same time. His hands find mine in the sand, fingers lacing together, pinning my arms beside my head as he thrusts deeper. I moan, arching up to meet him, chasing that edge again.
This time, it builds slowly, cresting with every thrust before it finally shatters.
I come with a cry, trembling beneath him, my vision blurring as the stars seem to explode overhead. He doesn’t stop. He rides it out with me, kissing every part of me he can reach, murmuring soft words I can’t hold on to.
And then he’s falling too.
He groans my name like it’s the only word he knows, hips grinding deep one last time as he spills inside me, his body shaking from the force of it. He collapses gently onto me. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close, burying my face in his neck.
The sound of the ocean returns, soft and steady, lulling us both into a hazy, half-asleep state.
He stays inside me for a long time. Neither of us speaks. He just strokes my hair and kisses my temple while I cling to him, feeling the ripple of his taut muscles beneath my grasp.
I want to live in this moment forever. But it has to end eventually. And I’m not ready for it.
Eventually, we pull apart just enough to look at each other. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his thumb lingering along my cheekbone.
When we leave this place, I don’t know what we’ll be anymore. When I tell him the truth, he may not look at me the way he’s looking at me now. And who knows what secrets he has buried in the shadows?
20
DAMIEN
The city sounds so much louder after the hush of our tropical vacation. I let out a long breath and take in the skyline, all steel and angles, stark after palm trees and ocean. The air presses heavier, grittier.
I glance at Lyra as the car pulls to a stop in front of her apartment. Her hand is in mine, fingers soft and still warm. She’s been quiet the entire ride. I don’t think it’s exhaustion, it must be something else. Her walls are going back up. Maybe she’s thinking about all the stress she left behind and all the reasons she shouldn’t be with me before.