Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“Seeing you fall apart by my touch was pleasure for me, lioness. You have no idea how beautiful you are when you give yourself completely to me. It’s a treasure I will never forget.”
Her body remained limp and sated beneath him and he curled around her, holding her close until her deep breaths evened out.
Chapter Nineteen
Safe. Secure. Warm.
Three things that pulsed through Rosamunde’s mind as she stirred to wakefulness. What followed wasn’t quite as calming.
In bed. Not at home. With a man.
No, not simply a man. Bryn.
Naked.
Panic surged through her. How did I end up naked? She remembered him between her legs, using his mouth and fingers on her, taking her to a place not even her dreams had been able to elevate her to. Skin flushing at the intimate reminder, she fought down her panic.
His arm lay banded around her waist, ensuring she remained tucked tight to him. Giving her an up-close acquaintance with the hardness between his legs that currently pressed against her backside.
He didn’t move, didn’t speak, merely continued to sleep. This was it, her one chance to explore this man as she longed to do. Slowly, doing her best not to disturb him, she rotated her body so they were chest to chest, face to face, groin to groin.
Biting the inside of her cheek to keep the needy groan from escaping, she peeked out from beneath her eyelids, not wanting him to be made aware she was looking at him. Ogling really.
With caution, she lifted her eyelids, understanding he was still fully asleep. The room remained warm even though the lantern had been extinguished. The fire roared hot and allowed her enough light to peer over the man who’d become her obsession since the moment she met him.
His face, too harsh and masculine to be pretty. Handsome for sure, with a brutal allure she saw in her mind whether awake or asleep. A bend in his patrician nose, evidence of it having been broken at least once in the past.
His bottom lip, fuller than the top, called to her to lean close and take a bite. She’d never known that men could actually look as he did. Moving hesitantly, she lifted the blanket that covered them both and caught her lip in her teeth as she gazed at bronze perfection. Scars dotted his impressive chest, over his pectorals and down along abdominals that she wasn’t even sure were real.
With a heavy breath, she continued her downward perusal of his naked form and gasped. To feel the erection against her backside was one thing, but to actually see it, his cock, rising up from a thatch of black hair, thick and long.
The whimper slipped out before she could stop it and she snapped her gaze back up, nervous he was awake and aware of her exploration. Those lashes, black and curved, continued to rest upon defined cheeks.
She huffed in relief. Need stretched languorously within her, waking and nudging her to once again resume her quiet investigation. And she couldn’t ignore it. She longed to touch him as he had done her.
Eyes down once more, she stared at his cock, core clenching and softening in preparation for him. She didn’t understand why she craved this so much, but while his fingers and tongue had been incredible, part of her had still felt empty.
His shaft bobbed and she clenched again. Sliding her eyes back up his hard torso, pausing over the flat, dark nipples. Would he react how she had when his mouth touched hers? She licked her lips and paused, catching herself leaning closer to swipe the flat of her tongue over those very nipples.
Hand shaking, she moved it between them and placed it on his chest, and the slow lub-dub of his heart pulsed through her. He moaned and shifted closer, his hand slipping up and fingers curving around her wrist, anchoring her touch to him. Like he approved of her palm residing over his heart.
Emboldened, she settled her free hand against his skin and traveled down, over the ridges and planes, the dips and swells. Such power. Such grace.
Around his hip, she frowned as her fingers skimmed along dotted skin, like something had happened to him. It was something she’d not either seen or noticed on him prior. She wanted to toss the blanket and see what had caused it but she didn’t have the courage to risk that. The head of his cock bumped her wrist and she sucked a sharp breath.
He didn’t move, continued slumbering, one hand secure along one wrist and his other settled against her hip. With a slow drag of her tongue along her lower lip, she inched back to give herself a better view. Even with her rounded stomach, she could see the part of him so intrinsically male it made her ache. A small bead had gathered on the large domed head and she swiped her index finger over it.