Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
"Keep making that sound, and you aren't going to be a virgin come morning, Sunshine," Alessandro rasps in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
I whimper, heat flooding through me at his words. Everything between us is moving at the speed of light. I barely know him...but I don't want to slow down. As terrifying as it is, it also feels right.
"Maybe that's the plan, Firefighter," I manage to say, reaching deep for a little courage.
A heatwave rolls over me as his eyes darken to black, his expression turning feral with hunger. "Don't say it if you don't mean it, Heidi," he says hoarsely. "Once I get my hands on you, I'm not taking them off again."
My heart thunders at the way he says it, almost like a plea, as if it'll break him if I change my mind. The last thing I want to do is hurt him or break him.
He wants me so badly; I can feel the need emanating from every inch of his powerful frame. The combination of his vulnerability and desire unleashes something fierce in me, making me far braver than I’ve ever been.
Leaning back in his arms, I slowly peel my shirt over my head, holding his piercing gaze as it dangles from my fingers.
"Who says you have to take them off me?" I ask, letting my tank top fall to the floor.
A feral growl rumbles from his chest as he practically catapults me onto the bed. I squeal, bouncing against the mattress. But the laughter dies in my throat as he crawls over me, his muscular body rippling, tattoos flexing.
"I'm going to worship every inch of you, Sunshine," he rasps, his voice rough. "Show you how fucking perfect you are."
I arch beneath him, whimpering as his lips close around one hard nipple. He bites and sucks until I’m gasping beneath him, clinging to his broad shoulders. His hands are everywhere, brushing every inch of skin.
“You’re so soft.” He pops off my nipple, kissing a hot trail down the center of my chest. His lips, tongue, and teeth drive me wild as he lavishes attention on my body. He lingers on my belly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the rolls and stretch marks I've always been self-conscious about.
“Alessandro." I pull his hair, not sure if I’m trying to get him to move or stay. I feel drugged, senseless and exposed in a way I’ve never been before now.
"No,” he growls against my skin. “These are so goddamn sexy to me. Everything about you turns me on, Heidi. Your body is a fucking miracle."
Tears prick my eyes at the raw honesty in his voice. He's not just saying what I want to hear. I can feel how much he means it, how hard he is for me. For the first time, I feel truly sexy, desired, cherished.
“Your body is my playground, angel. Every inch of it is worthy of devotion,” he breathes, dragging his lips down my lower belly.
I sob his name, my core clenching.
“By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll feel my devotion every time you breathe, Sunshine.” His tongue dips into my belly button, making me shiver. “You’ll know just how perfect you are.”
God. He’s killing me, one sweet word at a time. If this is what it means to be his, I don’t want to stop. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
My breath hitches as he drags my sleep shorts and panties down my legs before tossing them off the side of the bed. "Spread for me, angel. Let me see that perfect little pussy."
Pulse pounding, I let my thighs fall open, baring myself completely.
He groans, his eyes locked on my sex. "Beautiful," he rasps. "So fucking beautiful."
"Alessandro," I whimper, shaking with need.
"Tell me I can eat this pretty pussy," he begs, his heated gaze capturing mine. And that look in his eyes…God, I’ve never seen anything sexier than this man on his knees between my legs, pleading with me to let him eat me. "Tell me I can fuck you with my tongue until you come all over my face."
"God, yes," I moan desperately. "Please!"
With a wild growl, he lunges, burying himself face-first between my legs. Sensations explode through my body as he feasts on me, licking, sucking, and biting like a starving man.
I sob his name, fisting my hands in his hair.
My world narrows to him and the way his rough tongue laps over me, each stroke hotter and more insistent than the last. He grips my thighs, holding me open while he devours me, hungry and ravenous. The rhythm is brutal, every nerve in my body lighting like wildfire.
"You taste so goddamn good," he growls against my folds. "Sweet and juicy."
His words send another shudder through me. It's too much. I'm too exposed, too vulnerable. But I can't find it in me to care. Not when his tongue flicks against my clit. Not when he sucks and nips until I’m writhing beneath him.