Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Every kiss makes my need for him more urgent, heat thrumming through my veins like molten lava.
I want him. I need him.
He rolls onto his back and lifts me over him, so my legs straddle his. I’m so turned on, my thighs are slick with arousal. He glides me onto him and groans when he finds my wetness. “Jesus, woman,” he says in a heated whisper. “You’re fucking soaked.”
“Mmm.” I nod, moving my hips to meet his first thrust. My head falls back as my body meets his. It feels so damn good to be connected to him, and for the first time, it feels like… we’re one. United.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers. He places his hand on my shoulder, tracing comforting circles with his thumb. My body quakes gently. I am. I’m as nervous as a virgin.
It feels like the first time, and in a way… it is.
Our first time as husband and wife.
He cups both my shoulders with his large, warm hands, glinting jade holding my gaze. And once again… there’s only the two of us. The world falls away like the cracked pieces of a broken shell, leaving new life in its wake.
Dear God, he’s enormous and so fucking eager for me. I lick my lips as his thick, hot cock stretches me, fills me, igniting me. My mouth is dry, and my clit throbs as the walls of my pussy clench around him.
Right now, in this moment, words aren’t needed; our bodies are saying all that we need to.
I’m sorry.
Forgive me.
We can do this.
I love you.
We draw in synchronized breath, a shared rhythm of desire and intimacy. The rapid beating of my heart seems to echo unspoken words between us.
As he thrusts deeper, our movements become a silent oath of forgiveness and understanding.
I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, drawing him closer. I need him to feel every inch of me while I feel every inch of him. His hands, strong and steady, grip my hips, guiding me closer. Grounding me.
His lips find mine. We breathe into each other. He’s salty and sweet. My breasts swing freely in front of him. Our tongues touch as he grips my nipples and rakes his fingernails over the hardened buds.
As the climax builds, the intensity of our connection overwhelms me.
I cry out his name, a plea and a prayer, as he responds with a guttural groan that vibrates through every cell of my body. As one, we shatter.
He holds me to his chest, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. His lips press to my forehead. I close my eyes, not surprised to find my cheeks are wet.
“I love you, Renata.”
“I love you too,” I whisper back. We’ve buried a world of hurt with our vows and honesty.
For now, I let myself feel this. Breathe in hope and exhale fear.
Both of us know the treacherous road before us is filled with snipers and landmines, but together… maybe, just maybe, we’re invincible.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ollie
“Nothing. He’s vanished off the face of the earth,” Aleks says.
I shake my head. He should know better. Enemies don’t just vanish into thin air. They hide, waiting to strike. We’re not the kind of people with luck like that. We’re the kind of people who make good fortune, not fall into it.
I’ll have my revenge when I see Carlos Carerra’s lifeless body buried six feet under.
“He had contacts, Ollie. Associates. And the buzz from all of them is that he’s gone completely dark.”
I shake my head and look through the sliver of an open door where Renata’s taking a shower. I can hear her beautiful, resonant voice as she sings. From here, I catch a glimpse of her curves, her head tilted back, hair cascading like dark silk. Every inch of her pulls me closer. I’m hard as a fucking rock.
I try to focus, but she’s everywhere—her scent, her voice, her goddamn addictive body—making it impossible to think straight.
“…and they said when he does, they’ll let me know.”
I rub my forehead with my fingers and concentrate. “When he does what?”
Aleks pauses. “Did you miss that whole thing? Jesus. I’ve never in my entire life seen you not pay attention or lose focus. All it took was a woman, huh?”
“Shut up,” I growl.
“No,” he retorts, not bothering to hide his glee. “You’re whipped. You, Ollie Romanov, the original stoic himself on record for saying he’d never let a woman lead him around by his balls, who turned his nose up at all of us when we got married, have gone and done it.”
“No, I haven’t. Shut the fuck up.”
“Ollie?” I turn to see Renata standing in the doorway, wrapped in nothing but a tiny towel, her skin glistening with water, the towel just above the vee between her thighs. I’m tempted to take her, right here.