Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
When he suckles the skin at my thighs, I arch my back. I let out an involuntary whimper, and my mind flashes to our first time together. I remember.
We’re in his bed, sheets of pristine white tangled around our bodies, and he holds me as if he doesn’t want me to fly away, so close our sweat-slicked skin melds together as one. He’s trembling himself, exercising restraint like a bridled stallion. I can feel the way he wants to claim me with savage, hard thrusts. But it’s my first time, and he doesn’t want to hurt me.
He took his time ravishing my body, kissing every inch of me until my whole body teemed with need, working his way down with flutters of adoration from my temple to my toes. There isn’t a place on my body that hasn’t been blessed with his mouth, not a place he hasn’t worshipped with his tongue or hands. And now I want him. Now I need him in me, the sudden desperate longing clawing at my chest. I’m a virgin and sex scares me, but now I need him like the sun-parched earth needs rain. I’ll wither and die until he makes me his. Though they would damn us to hell, every single one of them, my heart knows better. My heart knows the truth.
This is right. This is perfect.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he whispers in my ear, the deep, tender voice making tears spring to my eyes.
“Not too gentle,” I whisper, a joke and a plea that makes him chuckle.
“I love you,” he whispers, as he glides into me. My chest expands with the words and motion, and I clasp my arms around his broad, muscled back.
“I love you,” I whisper, a delicious friction fusing our bodies together.
“Chandra,” he says. “Open your eyes.”
I blink. I forgot for a moment where I was and what we were doing. He’s over me, caging me beneath him, his fierce eyes probing mine.
“You’re crying.”
I am?
And then I’m no longer restrained and he’s pulling me to a sitting position. His gaze hardens. “You should have safeworded,” he chides. “You should’ve goddamned safeworded. I told you to safeword if you needed to.”
“I didn’t want to,” I say. I need to pull away from him.
“But you’re overwhelmed,” he says. He stands and drags tortured fingers through his hair, clenching his jaw and pacing in front of me. “You need to learn to safeword.” He pauses his pacing and points a finger at me. “I should punish you for that.”
“Wait, what?” I say, swiping at my eyes. “How does that make sense?”
“Yeah,” he says. “You need to learn how to do this right.”
“Oh, shut up,” I tell him. I’m suddenly furious. “It wasn’t the pain that made me cry, and I’m sorry I did if you’re gonna be a douchebag about it.”
His brows shoot up so high it’s almost amusing before they furrow in an angry glare.
“Well this isn’t the little Chandra I knew.”
“You needed to scene with me to see that?”
“You stop now,” he says and damn him, he’s sexy when he’s all stern, with the darkened eyes and firm clench of his jaw. “You watch your tone, little girl.” Even when we were younger, he never allowed me to talk back.
Hell, I loved it, though, and sometimes would get mouthy just to poke the bear. Just to feel his strength.
But I’m angry now. I was on the cusp of coming, and everything I know about sex leads me to believe it would’ve been freaking epic, but instead, I shed one little tear and now he’s all mad and lecturing me and telling me I should have safeworded.
“I wasn’t crying because I hurt, okay?”
He gives me a quizzical look, his lips turned down. “Then why were you crying?”
“I remembered our first time,” I say. My voice drops to a whisper. “The night I gave you my virginity.”
He tears his eyes from me and sighs.
“This was a mistake,” he says. “We shouldn’t have done this.”
“Don’t you dare.”
He whips his head to me and his eyes narrow. “And don’t you dare tell me not to dare.”
I can’t help it. I burst out laughing. With a shake of his head, his own eyes crinkle around the edges and he stalks back to me. Reaching for a tendril of my hair, he wraps it around his finger and tugs.
“I can tell it’s been way too long since you’ve been spanked.”
“Um, you spanked me like five minutes ago?”
He rolls his eyes. “I know. I mean, you’ve gone too long without someone taking you in hand. Not today. Just in general. You need a firm hand.”
That sends a sweet little shiver through me. “Oh?”
“You could use it.”
I shrug. “Maybe I could.”
We sit in silence and he takes my hand.
“Are we done, then? Is this you safewording?”