Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
He barely lifted his mouth enough to say, “You liked it.”
“I loved it. Don’t stop.” She reached her arms up to wrap around the headrest, baring her body to him completely. He doubted she recognized the significance of the movement—the implied trust—but he did.
Dmitri didn’t stop.
He gave himself over to the feel of her against his mouth and the taste of her on his tongue in a way he hadn’t given himself over to anything in living memory. She was hot and wet and shaking and it was because of him.
His wife.
His Keira.
His and yet not his at all.
He hitched her legs higher and wider, opening her to him so he could do exactly as he’d promised. He thrust his tongue into her, relishing her cries even as he relished the act itself. His.
And yet not his.
Keira released the seat to lace her fingers through his hair, holding his face against her pussy as she ground against his mouth. “I’m so close, Dmitri. Don’t stop.”
His name on her lips only spurred him on. He increased his tempo, growling against her heated flesh. And just like that, she was coming, her cries filling the car, her body so tense it was a wonder it didn’t shatter.
Dmitri rested his forehead on her stomach, breathing hard. He wanted to keep going, to drive her to orgasm again and again until all she knew was the feel of his mouth and the sensation of his touch. Until he became her world.
It wouldn’t solve anything.
When she managed to recover, she’d still hate him. She’d still do everything in her power to undermine him and work against his goals. Keira was furious at him, and it may be time to admit she had reason to be.
The issue was that, for the first time in his life, he wasn’t sure how to fix a problem. He didn’t know how to fix this. He couldn’t outmaneuver her into being less difficult. Every time he thought he had her locked down, she turned around and managed to surprise him. She wasn’t going to quit. She absolutely wasn’t going to roll over and obey his commands. She didn’t even seem to fear him most of the time.
He finally lifted his head to find her watching him. She cleared her throat. “If you throw that into the bargain on a regular basis, I might reconsider sharing your bed.”
A small concession, but a concession all the same. He didn’t grin, but the impulse was there. Maybe there is a way to convince Keira to cleave to my commands. He dragged his mouth from one of her hips to the other. “Every night, moya koroleva.”
“You keep calling me that.” She shifted to let him nip at her inner thigh. “What does it mean?”
“Would you have all my secrets in the space of an hour? Nyet, I will tell you another time.” He licked over the dip where thigh led to pussy. “Stay in my bed tonight, Keira.” He wasn’t self-delusional enough to pretend his insistence was for his own purposes. He wanted to know this woman, and part of that was seeing her when all those glorious defenses were down. He wanted to observe her in the small moments upon waking and before sleep.
He wanted her available for his every whim, to reach for in the night when he woke desiring her. He wanted to sink his cock into her pussy and discover her desires and needs when sex was on the table.
But, for now, he’d be content with her in his bed at all.
She shuddered out a breath. “Tonight. One time only.”
Still with the stipulations. He growled against her skin. “Tonight, and we’ll discuss tomorrow tomorrow.” It would give him plenty of time to find a way around her protestations and convince her that it was really her idea to be in his bed—permanently. “In the meantime, I’m nowhere near satisfied yet.” He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her to meet his mouth.
Keira woke up to find the car still and quiet. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, totally disoriented. She’d passed out sometime after the sixth or seventh orgasm, tucked against Dmitri’s body with his hand idly stroking her thighs. Now there was no one in the backseat except her.
She dressed as quickly as possible with her legs still feeling like Jell-O. No lie, she’d known it would be good with Dmitri Romanov, but she hadn’t anticipated how good. They hadn’t even had sex yet and he’d made her body sing… though he hadn’t let her touch him. She stopped in the middle of slipping on her shoes and frowned. That was weird, right? Every guy she’d been with up to this point had seen sex as a transaction—each side paid in orgasms. It wasn’t always equal, but both parties came at least once. Usually.