Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
His words hang in the air between us, and for a moment, everything feels so clear, so right. I want that too. I want to be the person he shares his life with. But before I can say anything, Nathan leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that’s soft but full of promise.
NATHAN
I can’t stop looking at her.
The way the morning light filters through the curtains makes her even more beautiful than she was last night. Her hair is tousled from sleep, her cheeks flushed with the warmth of the room, and when she looks at me with those wide, trusting eyes, it takes everything in me not to claim her right here and now.
We’ve shared breakfast, talked about dreams I never thought I’d speak of aloud. But it’s more than that. There’s something about Isabella—her sweetness, her vulnerability—that pulls me in, makes me want to protect her, to give her everything she’s ever wanted.
I reach out, pushing the breakfast tray aside, and cup her face in my hands. "You have no idea how much I want you," I murmur, my thumb brushing over her lips.
Her eyes flutter closed as she leans into my touch, and the sound of her soft breath, the way her body responds to mine, makes the desire between us impossible to ignore. I kiss her deeply, my hands sliding over her body, tugging the sheets away from her skin.
Her breasts are full and perfect, and I lower my head, taking one nipple into my mouth. She gasps, her body arching into me, and I can’t help but grin at the way she responds to every touch. I kiss her neck, her chest, sucking gently on her other nipple, drawing soft moans from her lips.
"God, you’re beautiful," I whisper, my hand sliding down between her legs. She’s already wet, her body trembling as my fingers find her, stroking her gently.
She reaches for me, her hand wrapping around my cock, and I groan at the feel of her soft fingers stroking me. The sight of her, naked and trembling beneath me, makes the desire inside me burn even hotter.
I slide my fingers inside her, feeling her tightness, her warmth, and when I tease her sweet clit, she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed. I suck her nipple harder, my other hand sliding down to grip her thigh as I pump my fingers in and out of her, watching as she comes undone.
"Let go," I murmur against her skin, my thumb brushing over her clit. "Be a good girl and show me your creamy pussy."
She moans louder, her body trembling as her orgasm builds, and when she finally shudders around my fingers, her release soaking me, I can’t hold back any longer. I pull my hand away, licking her sweet cream from my fingers as she watches, her cheeks flushed, her body still trembling.
But I’m not done. I move lower, kissing her thighs, and when I reach her pussy, I take my time, licking her slowly, savoring the taste of her. She cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair as I bring her to the edge again.
Just as I’m about to push her over the edge once more, there’s a knock at the door. I freeze, my body tense, and Isabella looks up, her eyes wide with shock.
"Sir?" a voice calls from the other side of the door. "You have a call."
I let out a frustrated groan, pulling away from Isabella. She’s still trembling, her body flushed with pleasure, but I can see the disappointment in her eyes as I stand up.
"Stay here," I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "I’ll deal with this."
four
ISABELLA
The door closes behind Nathan, leaving me alone in the room, the fire’s crackle the only sound in the quiet mansion. I sit there for a moment, letting the heat of the moment we just shared wash over me. He left me breathless, my body still trembling from the way he touched me. But now that he’s gone, reality settles in.
I stand and make my way to the bathroom, the marble floors cool against my bare feet. The shower is luxurious, the rainfall head pouring warm water over me, but my thoughts are anything but calm. How much do I really know about Nathan? He’s powerful, wealthy, and protective, but beyond that... he’s a mystery. Why is he helping me? Why is he so interested in me?
The water does little to wash away the confusion. I step out of the shower, wrapping myself in a thick, plush towel, and that’s when I notice it—full shopping bags of clothes sitting on the bed. Someone must have brought them in while I showered.
Curious, I open one, my breath catching in my throat.
Inside are the most beautiful designer clothes I’ve ever seen. The softest wool sweaters, delicate silk dresses, and a stunning, full-length coat that feels like it’s made of clouds. It’s winter outside, the snow blanketing the grounds, and these clothes are perfect for it. There’s even a set of luxurious lingerie tucked inside—delicate lace in a soft blush color. And makeup, too. Expensive. Thoughtful.