Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 60711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Wha—” His voice was rough with sleep, confused. “Andromeda?”
She didn’t answer.
Couldn’t answer, not with her mouth full of him.
Instead, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked, and the sound he made this time was closer to a growl.
“You...”
His hand found her hair, fingers threading through the damp strands, but he didn’t push or guide. Just held on, like he needed something to anchor himself to reality.
“You don’t have to—” The words came out strangled. “Koukla mou, you don’t—”
She took him deeper in response, and whatever protest he’d been forming dissolved into a groan.
She had no idea what she was doing.
No technique, no skill, nothing but instinct and enthusiasm and a desperate desire to make him feel even a fraction of what he’d made her feel. She let her tongue explore the length of him, tracing ridges and veins, learning the taste of him—salt and musk and something uniquely Paul.
His breathing had gone ragged.
His grip on her hair tightened.
“Andromeda.” His voice was rough now, terrifyingly so...and strangely enough, that made her feel hotter and wetter. “If you don’t stop—”
She didn’t stop.
She increased her pace instead, taking him as deep as she could manage, her hand wrapping around what her mouth couldn’t reach. The sounds filling the room were obscene—wet and desperate and utterly intoxicating—and she could feel him starting to lose control.
His hips moved now, shallow thrusts that he was clearly trying to restrain. His other hand fisted in the sheets, knuckles white. Every muscle in his body had gone taut, straining, trembling on the edge of something he couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Andromeda.” His voice was wrecked. Shattered. “You...”
She sucked harder, and he finally came with a groan that seemed to tear itself from somewhere deep in his soul, his whole body shuddering as he spilled himself in her mouth. Andie swallowed instinctively, tasting the hot rush of him, feeling the way his hand spasmed in her hair and his hips jerked helplessly beneath her.
Wave after wave.
She took all of it.
Every last drop.
When it was finally over, she released him gently, pressing a soft kiss to his hip before lifting her head to look at him.
Paul.
The look on his beautiful face...
Oh Paul.
She didn’t want to put a name on it.
Couldn’t.
Because Paul was suddenly moving—
One moment, she was still kneeling between his legs.
The next, the world had turned upside down, with Andie flat on her back, Paul looming over her like a primitive conqueror, his weight pinning her to the mattress, his hands braced on either side of her head.
Gulp.
The look on her husband’s face...had changed.
It was still terrifying, but...in a completely different way.
His gray eyes had gone dark, almost black, and Andie...couldn’t even manage to gulp this time when his lips curved into a smile that was more wolf than man.
“It’s been three days, koukla mou. Can you imagine how badly I’m starving for dessert?”
Chapter Thirteen
ANDIE OPENED HER MOUTH to respond—to say something, anything—but Paul was already moving, his lips finding the sensitive spot beneath her ear, and whatever words she might have formed dissolved into a whimper.
“Three days,” he growled against her skin, his mouth trailing down her throat. “Three days of watching you. Wanting you. Unable to touch you.”
His teeth grazed her collarbone, and she arched off the bed.
“Be warned, koukla mou...since I intend to take my fill of you.”
She couldn’t answer, could only cry out as his mouth descended to her breast, and her mind started to splinter apart at the first hot swipe of his tongue. He lavished attention on one peak, then the other, sucking and teasing until she was writhing beneath him, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, his hair, anything she could reach.
“P-Paul—”
“Not yet.” The words were a growl against her sensitized flesh. “I’ve waited three days. You can wait a little longer.”
He kissed his way down her stomach, his lips tracing a path of fire across her skin. Her muscles quivered beneath his mouth. Her breathing came in sharp, desperate gasps.
And then he was there.
Between her thighs.
His breath hot against her most intimate flesh.
“I’ve been dreaming about this.” His voice had gone rough, almost reverent. “Every night. Every cold shower. This is what I thought about.”
His tongue parted her folds, and Andie’s world shattered.
She’d thought she knew what this felt like. He’d done this to her before, on the plane, and she’d thought nothing could ever compare to that overwhelming rush of sensation.
She was wrong.
This was different.
This was three days of wanting distilled into a single, devastating act.
Paul devoured her like a man starving, his tongue stroking and circling and finding every spot that made her cry out. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, holding her still, refusing to let her squirm away from the onslaught of pleasure.
“Please—” The word tore from her throat. “Paul, please—”
He didn’t answer.
Just sealed his lips around that hidden bundle of nerves and sucked.