Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Chapter Nine
Nadia
Teo strokes his hands down my sides, sending sparks of electricity all throughout my body. I groan, arching into him as the moment of healing between us deepens, desire burning through me all over again.
God, how easily I ignite for this man. How quickly I burn.
I know he feels the same way. It's in every touch, every kiss, every groan. He wants me more than I think he's ever wanted anything.
"Fuck, baby," he groans, shifting on top of me. "I want my mouth all over you."
"What's stopping you?" I arch beneath him, gasping as he runs his lips across my collarbone. His tongue dips into the little divot, sending liquid heat through my veins.
"Not a damn thing," he growls, inching his way down my body. His lips trail down my chest before closing around one hard nipple through my bra.
I cry out beneath him, tugging his hair as a jolt rips through me. His teeth rake over the sensitive bud, and I sob.
"I like that sound, butterfly." He flicks his gaze up to mine, his gritty tone and the heat banked in his eyes, making it clear just how much he likes it. "You sound like you're mine when you make it."
Oh, God. He has no idea just how much I'm his. And every time he touches me, I'm more his than ever.
He tugs the cups of my bra down, growling low in his throat. "Christ, Nadia. You're so goddamn beautiful, baby." His voice shakes as he brushes a thumb over my left nipple. "Every inch of you is so damn pretty."
"Teo."
"I mean it, butterfly. I've seen some of the shit people write about you. I heard what that prick said at the Rhinestone the other night." His eyes bore into mine. "It's bullshit. You're perfect. You always have been."
"You're going to make me cry."
"You aren't allowed to cry." His lips curve into a wicked smile. "I want to hear you screaming instead."
"I…" That's as far as I get before he wraps his lips around my nipple, dragging it through his teeth. I cry out, pulling his hair, unsure if I'm trying to hold him to me or move him away. The pleasure is intense, sparking in my veins like lightning.
He groans against me, nipping and sucking, leaving little red marks all over me. Each one makes me sob and squirm. Every one drives me higher.
His hands slip down my body, searing me with heat. His lips follow, branding me with desire.
"Every fucking inch of you is perfect, butterfly." He rakes his teeth down my belly, making me claw at the comforter. "Christ, I dreamed about this for years, and they never did you justice. I'm an asshole for that." His tongue dips into my belly button as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties. "I'll make it up to you on my knees with my tongue between these perfect thighs."
"Teo, please."
"You want it, Nadia?" he growls. "Want me to say sorry with my mouth on you, baby?"
"Yes! No!" I sob in frustration, my hips arching off the bed. "I just need you. Please."
He peels my drenched panties down my legs, growling as he shoulders my legs apart. "Ah, goddamn, butterfly. I'm a broken man." He runs a shaking hand up my leg. "You just fucking broke me."
"Teo," I sob.
"It's so pretty. Christ. I just came all over myself, Nadia." He drags me toward him, groaning. "Couldn't help myself. Look how fucking pretty and pink it is."
"Teo, you came?" My gaze locks on his face, desire surging through me. Triumph, too. "I want to see."
He groans again, his lips against my inner thigh. "You want to see the mess I made for you? Want to know how badly you've ruined me, butterfly?"
"Yes. Please." There's something so sexy about the thought of him getting off just at the sight of me. I've never felt more desirable—more wanted—than I do right now.
He pushes himself up to his knees, allowing me to see the wet spot spread across his sweats. One hand delves inside while he yanks them down with the other.
His cock springs free, stealing my breath. He's so damn big and hard, the head wet, ropes of his sticky seed smeared down the shaft.
"See, butterfly? Ruined," he growls, swiping a finger through the mess and then brushes it through my folds.
My core clenches, my hips bucking up into his touch. "Teo!"
"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to put it all there just as soon as I get a taste of you. Promise," he breathes, lowering himself back down between my legs. "Spread wide and be a good girl for me."
Oh, God… Back when we were kids, Teo was so polite. He could be bossy as hell, but he never pushed me. He was patient and controlled and a perfect gentleman. He isn't any of those things now. He's filthy, wild, greedy, and impatient.