Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Her gaze flew up to his, Anah wanting to ask what was happening. But when her lips parted, all she could say was his name. "Ethan..." She wasn't even aware of how feverish her voice sounded, wasn't conscious at all of how the heat consuming her had turned his name into a sensual plea that had Ethan's thoughts skidding straight to the gutter.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The sexy note of begging in her voice had Ethan's brain exploding with the dirtiest thoughts imaginable. It was as if after a near-decade of only allowing himself to think of Guilia, his mind was suddenly driven with an irrepressible need to make up for lost time. Images that were once forbidden flashed before his eyes -
Anah's rosebud lips parting in a moan as her neck arched in invitation, and her dress slowly falling to reveal the pale curves of her breasts and the pink pouting tips of her breasts.
He could see it so damn clearly, the images so fucking vivid, that combined with the tangible sensation of Anah's soft, supple flesh molding against his nakedness and the way her voice ached with innocent need as she spoke his name—-
Appalled at the way lust was overriding his every sense of decency, Ethan managed to reclaim just enough of his sanity and grip her arms in a last-ditch effort to keep themselves from crossing the line.
Anah couldn't help shivering as hazel eyes glittered down at her. At first, she was terrified, thinking she would see rejection and anger in his gaze, but what she saw instead had her gasping—-
"You want me."
The shock in her voice nearly had Ethan groaning. If he needed any more proof of Anah's innocence, then that was it. His raging erection hadn't shrunk a single millimeter ever since he caught her gaping at his naked body, and she still didn't get how much he wanted her?
"You need to go," he gritted out.
Anah could only shake her head. Go? When he finally wanted her back? Never!
Ethan cursed under his breath. "You're obviously not thinking clearly..." And if this went on any longer, he would probably be the same.
But Anah just shook her head at him again. And when she finally spoke, the words tumbling out in a shaken whisper -
"I don't want to go."
Fuuuuuck.
"I want you, too—-"
The words were agony, Ethan groaning this time as he felt himself turning mindless with lust. "Fuck, Anah..." Didn't she know how dangerous it was for her to say something like that? And why was she suddenly looking up at him now like he had said something—-
"You said my name and a dirty word in one sentence," Anah whispered in wonder.
FUUUUUUUCK.
A hoarse laugh escaped him.
I give up, Ethan thought. I fucking give up.
Anah cried out in mingled surprise and excitement when Ethan's hands suddenly swept down to her waist. A moment later, and he was lifting her up while walking, and the next thing she knew he had her seated on the edge of his kitchen island.
Her heart leapt to her throat when Ethan suddenly leaned forward, and she couldn't help rearing back as she found her body trapped between his arms.
Hazel eyes glittered down at her, and this time there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes.
"Tomorrow..."
Anah blinked. Tomorrow?
Ethan's lips twisted at the expression on Anah's face. She was probably wondering if he was serious about waiting for the next day, and the truth was, he had no fucking idea if he would be able to keep his word.
But for her sake...
For his Anah's sake...
If she had been anyone else, he might've been able to ignore the demands of both his conscience and honor. If she had been anyone else, he wouldn't have hesitated on taking her up on her offer, and he would've had his dick fully embedded in her pussy the first chance he got.
But because she was Anah, his little Anah, and she was the one girl who would never deserve any kind of pain from him—-
"If you still want me tomorrow, you won't even have to ask."
She deserved one last chance to get away from him with her heart still intact.
Chapter Thirteen
ETHAN'S FIRST KISS.
Anah had always wondered what it would feel like, if it were to happen. She dreamt of it in the days her heart was happy, but she thought of it even more in the days when her heart was breaking, knowing that he was with someone else.
Most times, she imagined his kiss to be ardently explicit. Other times, she would imagine it to be chaste and tender, just like how kisses were in fairytales. But one thing she had never imagined it to be was sweet...just so, so sweet that it threatened to break her heart into pieces.
From the moment his hands cupped her face to the way his breath fanned against her lips...just so, so much sweetness that her body shuddered the second his mouth brushed over hers.