Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Meanwhile, my pulse seems to have slowed, or perhaps that’s time itself, which is odd given my mind is racing.
He was watching me. He told me as much the other night, but I didn’t think it was like this. I assumed he wanted to keep me in line, to learn all the ways he wished to change me, but not this. Not as a way to…get to know me.
Maybe that’s not what he wants.
Maybe it’s something else entirely, but right now, I’m going to pretend that it’s true.
That he does want me for me.
I realize it’s a terrible decision, throwing caution to the wind and allowing myself to get comfortable. To want. To…look forward to, well, anything at all.
I thought I knew what I was getting into.
I expected there to be desire between us and yes, in time, the semblance of a real marriage, even if the dutiful parts were absent, but Katana has flipped all of that upside down.
There’s a constant timer ticking away in my mind, and I’m continuously waiting for it to ding. For my time to be up.
For him to be done.
And where will that leave me?
I’m not sure I want to find out, but some part of me must not be computing properly with the other, because right now, tomorrow doesn’t matter.
Today, I know I’m what he craves and as naive as it would be to believe that this is more than a rare moment he’s allowed, right now I don’t have it in me to care, and I sure as hell don’t want to think about what his words could mean.
His eyes narrow slightly, his lips parting as he likely reads all the warring thoughts crossing my features, but I don’t let him speak. I push up, pressing against his chest until the confusion falls from his face, because he knows.
He sees.
I climb over him, and he reaches up, gathering my hair from my back and laying it over my shoulder as he draws my lips to his. The kiss is slow, rhythmic, but just as commanding, even with my body naked and hovering above his own.
“Are you taking me for a ride, Little Bride?” he rasps, his voice thick with approval.
There’s no need to speak, the answer clear as I begin to crawl backward down his lap.
His chest inflates, a low groan slipping past his lips, but then he jerks forward, latching onto my arms and hauling me up.
“No.” He frowns.
“Yes.” I slide my mouth along his, whispering, “You said take, so I’m taking.”
“Take from me.” He tucks my hair behind my ear, but keeps it forward so it hangs between us, the tips brushing along his chest. “There is a difference.”
I pause for a moment, the words ready to slip free but unsure if I want to let them. In the end I do it anyway. “Are you going to deny me of something I’ve always wondered about, but never wanted to do before this very second?”
His eyes flare, and I start to move again, sliding backward on the sheets, but in the same moment he’s bending at the waist to catch me. Long, strong fingers wrap around my throat with a gentle firmness that has my nipples hardening. I tug against his hold, forcing if not silently begging him to clench his grip a bit tighter.
Enzo doesn’t disappoint, adding a little more muscle as he draws my face to his.
I swallow against his palm, tipping my head back as far as he’ll allow and giving him every inch of my neck just in case he wants it.
“What are you saying to me right now?” His voice is heated velvet in a thunderstorm; it’s a thick and rich caress with a thrilling threat of violence…the good kind. “Are you telling me no man has ever touched the back of your throat?”
I swallow at the insinuation, enticingly aware that he could, in fact, reach that deep.
What if I can’t take all of him?
Enzo shakes his head, reading my mind with ease. “You can handle me, baby. Want to know how I know?” he murmurs against my lips, squeezing my neck just a little bit harder. “’Cause I was made to be yours.”
Not I was made to be his, but he was made to be mine.
A gasp pushes past my lips and he releases me, the green in his hazel eyes shining darker against our sheets, gaze fixated on mine with zero intention of breaking away.
His stomach muscles ripple as he eases back, moving at the same pace as my backward crawl. Before he hits the pillow, he adds a second behind his head, lifting him up higher, giving him a better view of what I suspect may become his favorite show.
He’s already naked, his dick hard and proud, pressing against his stomach, the tip nestled just below his belly button.