Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Provoking you is my favorite thing to do.” I smirk up at him.
It wasn’t anger I was trying to provoke from him, it was desire. The second I saw it in his eyes for me, I was done. I knew I wanted more of it. That I would almost do anything to get it.
To prove my point, I wrap my legs around him, my sex pressing against his bare chest.
“No more running. I’ll tie you to the bed if I have to.”
“I didn’t mind you tying me up. I rather enjoyed it even when I wanted to smack you.” I run my fingers down his back, feeling his scars. He pretends to be a priest, but the man is a warrior. With his robe gone, that's easy to see.
“Next time.” He closes his eyes for a long moment. “I enjoy your touch.”
My touches don’t come with pain. They come from a place of love and… did I just think love? Holy crap. “I need to be inside of you.”
“Then be inside me.” I rub myself against him, wanting a closer connection with him almost more than I want my next breath.
“Angel. My Angel.” He says my name like a prayer. He gave me a name. Someone who cares about me. Not one I made up or the state did. The connection I have to this man can’t be denied.
I reach down between us and push down his boxers. His cock springs free, pressing against me. I can feel how big he is. I try to wrap my hand around him, but he stops me, grabbing both my hands and pinning them over my head.
“What?” I huff.
“You can play all you want, but right now I need you. I need this.” He guides the head of his cock to my opening. “Why are you so wet, Angel?”
“The ropes.” I lick my lips. “Maybe the kidnapping too.” He growls something under his breath, but I don’t catch it. A sharp pain grips my body, Bjornsson sliding all the way inside of me. A mixture of pain and pleasure swirl together. I love it. He’s all around me.
“Only I will ever have you.” He pulls out and thrusts back in, making me moan. “Only you’ll ever have me.”
“Bjornsson,” I whimper, loving that. We’re both giving each other something that no one else can ever have. Both physically and emotionally.
“You’re tight.” He thrusts faster. I marvel at watching him move over me. My hands are still pinned over my head with him taking all the control. I don’t think that control is going to last long. I’m not either.
He shifts his hips, pushing deeper inside of me. “Oh God,” I moan. My whole body is on fire. I’m so close.
“Not God, Angel, only me,” he grits out. The man is so damn possessive. I’ll never get enough of it.
“You, only you,” I agree.
He thrusts harder, making the bed creak under us. When Bjornsson’s fingers find my clit, I’m done for. I scream out his name. The pleasure bursts through my whole body.
He lets out a loud grunt before I feel warmth bloom deep inside of me. Bjornsson keeps himself planted deep inside of me, not moving.
“You’ll never leave me.” A dark glint flashes in his eyes, his hold on my wrists tightening.
“Never,” I agree. They’re not words of love, but for now, I’ll take it.
CHAPTER 19
BJORNSSON
An explosion wakes me up. I jerk upright and lift Angel in my arms, bedding and all. She blinks groggily at first, and then a small smile lights up her beautiful face. “Bjornsson.” She raises her chin to kiss me but I draw back.
“Not now, Angel. You need to go to the safe room.” I run into the master closet with her and stomp on the pressure pad next to the full-length mirror at the end. The mirror swings open. I place Angel on her feet and throw a sweatsuit toward her. “Dress, Angel.”
She obeys without question. While she shoves her feet into socks and shoes, I gear up as well, which includes two guns in a shoulder holster and knives around my ankles. I pick up a Kevlar vest and drape it around her. “I know it’s heavy, but wear it for me, okay?”
“Yes, of course.”
I clasp her hand and start down the stairs just beyond the mirrored door. Halfway down, a wave of heat washes over me. I pause and listen. The sibilant sound of fire and smoke whispers in the air. “Fuck! Up! Up!” I yell, turning and pushing her toward the top of the stairs. The heat rushes toward me. When we reach the mirrored door, I don’t bother to shut it, instead directing her toward the attached bathroom. I haul her into the tiled shower and turn on the cold water full blast. Barely a moment later, a fireball rips through the closet, licking up the plaster walls, eating all the flammables in its path. Outside the shower, there are smaller explosions as cologne bottles and hairspray burst under the heat. I hold Angel close and whisper in her ear.