Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
"The truth, Pru. What I tell you is the truth. I would never lie to you. Never hurt you. You're my wife and the most 'damn' beautiful woman I've ever seen naked."
She wanted to cry and scream all at once. But most of all, she wanted to tell him how very much she loved him. She settled on the closest thing to it. "Make love to me, Zac."
"All night, honey. All night," he whispered, and swung her up into his arms and carried her to the bed.
He laid her upon the lumpy mattress and rested alongside her. Propped on one elbow, he looked down over her, running his hand soothingly across her breasts, her stomach, her thighs.
Prudence felt as if she were being stroked with a velvet glove, so soft was his caress.
"I can't touch you enough." His hand slipped between her legs, and his mouth moved over hers and captured it with such tenderness that Prudence thought she would cry.
Odd that his touch in such an intimate place should feel so comforting, so right. She didn't flinch when his fingers slipped inside her. They felt too good.
"Like that, do you?" he teased, nibbling along her bottom lip.
"Yes," she whispered, since she found herself quite breathless.
"Good, because I intend to do more, much more."
His fingers came alive with the skill of a master lover. And his mouth feasted on her breasts, tormenting the hard nubs with light nips that puckered her nipples even further.
Prudence ached all over with a painful pleasure. Never, never in her wild imaginings had she thought it would feel like this. And never had she thought she would want so desperately to touch a man. But she didn't have the courage and she wasn't certain if it was the proper thing to do.
He raised his head and moved his fingers down her thighs to knead the inside of each one, spreading them farther apart.
"I've never tasted a virgin." He smiled just before the tip of his tongue touched between her breasts and traveled down the length of her body in deliberate slowness.
"Zac," she cried in a high-pitched squeal, understanding full well his intentions but not understanding how he could even think to do such a . . .
Her thoughts evaporated the instant Zac's tongue licked her bud of pleasure. She moaned so deeply, so agonizingly, that Zac couldn't help but laugh before doing more of the same.
There wasn't an inch of her intimate zone that his mouth or tongue didn't taste.
"Damn, Pru, I want you so bad, I hurt," he mumbled, swinging himself over her like a majestic beast about to ravish her.
"I don't want you to hurt." Her words were sincere, as she failed to realize what he meant.
He smiled as he placed his hands on each side of her head, holding himself stiff above her. "Yes you do, dear wife. You want me hurting badly, very badly."
That was when Prudence felt him. He shifted his body just enough for his stiff manhood to rest between her legs. He was hot, thick, and pulsating with life. It frightened the hell out of her and she snapped her legs closed.
"Don't!" he ordered more harshly than he had intended, and immediately softened his tone. "If you don't resist me, it won't hurt. Please, Pru, trust me."
Her answer came in the tentative reach of her hands to his arms, locking onto them as if for dear life.
"Another night when you've grown accustomed to me, I’ll give you a rough ride. Tonight I will be gentle," he coaxed, attempting to ease her disquietude with a brush of his lips across her breasts. "Now relax and let me become part of you."
Prudence needed no instructions; his words alone told her all. She parted her legs to accommodate him.
He probed gently with his shaft, easing her sheath to welcome him.
Zac threw his head back and fought the overpowering urge to rush into her. He had promised her he wouldn't hurt her, and he had no desire to cause her pain. Perhaps a pleasurable pain, but certainly no physical discomfort. He was well aware of the trust she had placed in him, and he would not harm that fragile gift for anything.
But staying under control was so difficult. The throbbing organ between his legs was issuing orders that his mind was fighting desperately to ignore. Rush, it insisted, urged. Get into that wet, hot sweetness as fast and furious as possible.
He shook the selfish demands away and looked down into her face. Her eyelashes, so long and coppery, fluttered faintly and her mouth sat open just enough to make him tingle. Her chest heaved with each breath. Her soft whimpers and sighs reminded him of a helpless kitten, reaching out to him for stroking and satisfaction, adding to his explosive state.
"Damn," he whispered.