Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 31800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I slide my fingers back inside her, deeper this time, and start working her with ruthless precision. She’s panting now, her nails digging into my shoulders as I drive her higher.
“Please,” she sobs.
“Please what, habibti?”
“Please don’t stop.”
But I do stop. Right when she’s on the edge, right when she’s about to shatter. She cries out in frustration, her hips bucking against my hand.
“Wrong answer,” I tell her. “Try again.”
This time when I touch her, she breaks almost immediately. Her orgasm tears through her like a storm, and she screams my name as she comes apart in my hands.
But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
I sweep her up in my arms and carry her to the leather couch. She’s limp and boneless from her climax, but her eyes are still hazy with want when I lay her down.
“Lykan, wait—”
But I’m done waiting. Done pretending this isn’t inevitable.
I strip off my shirt and move over her, positioning myself between her thighs. The head of my cock presses against her entrance, and she’s so wet I could slide into her in one thrust.
But I force myself to stop.
To ask the question that will change everything.
“Who do you belong to?”
Resistance flashes across her face, then fear, then frustration. But desire wins in the end. It always does with us.
“Yours,” she chokes out. “I’m yours, Lykan.”
Scarlette
He smiles down at me, a smile that’s both possessive and seductive, the moment I admit the truth.
“Yes, habibti. You are mine.”
I press my hands against his chest, my heart hammering against my ribs. Since I’ve admitted that, surely he’ll let me go now? Surely this madness can stop before it goes too far?
“Lykan—”
“Now, it’s time to make you my wife.”
Wait.
What?
Did he just say—
All thoughts fade the moment he covers my lips with his, his tongue invading my mouth, his hands claiming my body with a hunger that steals my breath. I’m dimly aware that he’s lifting me, carrying me somewhere, but I can’t focus on anything except the way he tastes, the way his mouth moves against mine like he’s starving for me.
When he sets me down, I blink and try to orient myself. We’re still in his office, but now I’m seeing it properly for the first time. The space is stunning and stark—all clean lines and monochromatic elegance. Black leather furniture against pristine white walls, dramatic charcoal sketches hung with precision, everything rendered in shades of shadow and light.
It’s beautiful.
It’s also somehow lonely.
Like a man who sees the world in absolutes, with no room for the messy grays in between.
But I don’t have time to analyze his decorating choices because Lykan is already reaching for the zipper at the back of my dress. The cool air hits my skin as the fabric pools at my feet, and suddenly I’m standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties.
I should feel exposed. Vulnerable.
Instead, I feel powerful when I see the way his eyes darken as they drink me in.
“Perfect,” he breathes, and the reverence in his voice makes me shiver.
His hands are gentle as he reaches around to unclasp my bra, letting it fall away. Then his thumbs hook into the sides of my panties, and those disappear too, leaving me completely bare before him.
I want to cover myself, but the look in his eyes stops me. He’s staring at me like I’m something precious. Something worth worshipping.
“Lie down,” he says softly, gesturing to the long black leather couch.
I do as he asks, watching as he strips off his remaining clothes. And oh.
Oh my.
He’s magnificent. All lean muscle and golden skin, and when my gaze travels lower, my breath catches in my throat.
He’s huge.
Impossibly, intimidatingly huge.
“Lykan,” I whisper, suddenly nervous. “I don’t think—”
“Shh.” He moves over me, settling between my thighs, and I can feel the heat of him against my entrance. “Trust me, habibti. I’ll take care of you.”
He kisses me again, deep and consuming, while his hands roam my body with practiced skill. By the time he pulls back, I’m trembling with need, my hips moving restlessly beneath him.
“Please,” I breathe, though I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.
He positions himself at my entrance, and I feel the thick head of him pressing against me. The sensation is overwhelming—too much and not enough all at once.
“Look at me,” he commands softly.
I meet his dark eyes just as he pushes forward, stretching me impossibly wide. The pain is sharp and immediate, and I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“I know,” he soothes, stilling inside me. “I know it hurts. But it will pass, I promise.”
He’s only partway inside me, but already I feel completely full. Stretched beyond my limits. I don’t know how I’ll take all of him.
But he’s patient, so incredibly patient, pressing forward inch by torturous inch, letting my body adjust to his size. When the sharp pain finally fades, it’s replaced by something else—a deep, aching fullness that makes me gasp.