Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“You can touch me.”
At first, Maria pulled her hand away, a little startled, but then she pressed her palm flat against his cheek. “Like this.”
He put his hand over hers. “And this.”
Draven guided her down to his chest and he pulled his arm from beneath her, and changed their position so that he knelt between her spread legs. The dress she wore was a little too restrictive. He didn’t have any problem pushing the skirt up so it went to her waist, and then he knelt between her legs.
She looked up at him, waiting. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. Maria’s mouth went completely dry. Hard, heavily inked muscle. She wasn’t sure if she could touch. He looked so perfect to her.
Draven reached for her hand, and she didn’t fight him, even as he put her palm flat on his chest. She couldn’t help but try to moisten her lips. Firm and yet soft to the touch. His skin was so soft.
Draven slid her hand across his chest, going down toward his stomach, and felt a few ridges beneath the ink.
Scars … his body could tell a story. A living hell, as The Boss said. She didn’t know Draven’s full story, but she knew there would come a time he might be willing to share it.
He dropped her hand and she watched, a little taken aback as he moved off the bed. She watched him, waiting, and then he began to take his belt off.
Maria was enjoying the show, but he suddenly stopped and gripped her ankle, drawing her closer to him. She had no choice but to follow, and she had no problem standing up in front of him. She let out a gasp as he suddenly spun her around and pulled the zipper of the dress down. His large hands went to her hips, but he didn’t linger. He stayed long enough to push her dress down over her hips until it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, kicking it out of the way.
Draven took care of her bra, unsnapping the strap. He pushed it down her arms, and she didn’t fight him as it landed on the floor. She wrapped her arms around herself, or at least she tried to, but Draven wouldn’t allow that. Instead, he pushed her arms up so they circled his neck. “Keep them there.”
She wanted to ask him what was going on, but then his hands were at her stomach. Maria gritted her teeth, feeling the nerves building, but they had no place here. Draven wasn’t going to hurt her.
His hands traveled up her body, stroking over each curve, and then he cupped her tits.
“Do you know how fucking amazing your body is?” Draven asked. He stroked her tits, pinching the nipples, and the shock of pain went straight between her thighs, and she had no choice but to press them closed.
She couldn’t believe she already had another orgasm. During her time of fading into the background, of being nothing, she heard women talk. There had been a lot of talk about sex. All the women hated it, or at least they had hated it with their husbands. A few had gone on to have secret affairs, where they had talked about sex being so amazing with the right guy.
Maria couldn’t imagine cheating on Draven, but she also didn’t want to imagine being there with anyone else. The only touch she wanted was Draven’s.
His hands slid down from her tits, going to her hips, and he held her in place, only to pull her back, and then she felt him, the hard ridge of his cock. He was still inside his pants.
Draven let her go, and then she heard the sound of another zipper, followed by the thud as his pants hit the floor. She didn’t let him go, keeping her arms wrapped around his neck. Maria didn’t know what was going to happen next, but she knew she was excited about it. She trusted him. Draven took her hands, and then spun her around. Staring into his eyes made her a bit nervous.
“Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“Good.” He put her hands on his chest. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Maria wanted to learn what he liked. She wanted to be a good wife to him. She owed him everything.
He began to move her hand down his body. She licked her lips, waiting, curious, as he got to his waist. When he took his trousers off, his boxer briefs had also followed. She couldn’t look away as she saw his cock for the very first time.
Lifting her gaze to his, he had stopped, but now he moved her hand and wrapped one of her palms around his length. He was so hard and yet so soft. Draven groaned and she tried to pull her hand away for fear of hurting him, but he let out a little chuckle.