Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
"Are you sure we're not depriving anyone of medical assistance while we're using this?"
Acheron gave her an odd look. "This is mine."
"You have your own ambulance?"
"Only as of today," he answered with a shrug. "I thought it would make a good investment, considering the current nature of our relationship."
Pippi couldn't stop her head from reeling. "Are you saying you bought this today just—-"
"I promised, didn't I? No risks."
A helpless laugh escaped her. "Oh, Acheron—-ah!" Her words ended in a gasp as she suddenly found herself in a straddling position, and she, of course, was riding him.
"I love it when you say my name." His mouth nuzzled the side of her neck as he spoke, and Pippi's head fell back at the tantalizing sensation. "But I love it even more when I'm able to make you..."
His head moved up without warning, his tongue licking the curve of her ear, and she buckled against him.
"Aaah!"
"Scream."
Blast this man.
She tried to pull away, but Acheron only released a lazy chuckle that had her spine tingling. "Let go—-" They weren't alone, for God's sake, and it would be one time too many if Wickham were to witness her melting in his arms again. "Acheron, come on—-" Pippi broke off as his lips reached the corner of her lips.
"Kiss me, mikrí mou."
Oh dear God.
The command in his words was exquisitely undeniable, and instead of repelling her, it only had her toes curling, her already pliant flesh swelling. It was as if he knew exactly what to say and how to say it to make her bow to him, and even as she struggled to deny his power over her body—-
"Now, woman."
The rough steel in his voice was her undoing - it seemed to say, you know better than to disobey the man who owns you - and wrong or not, this blatant dominance demolished her control the way nothing else could.
With a whimper of surrender, she found herself falling forward, her arms locking around his neck just as their mouths fused. Instinct took over, and she found herself sucking hungrily on his tongue.
It had been so, so, so long!
With Pippi's passionate and unconditional surrender threatening to erode Acheron's own control, he managed to bang a hand against the thin wall that separated the van's treatment area from the driver's section. It was enough for Wickham, and he quickly made a turn towards the nearest parking lot.
As soon as Acheron heard Wickham's door close, effectively leaving him alone with Pippi, the shackles were off, and he found a way to insert his hand between their bodies without breaking their kiss. His fingers found the edge of her skirt, and he pushed them up until he encountered sweet, drenched silk.
Finally.
He reached the hem of her panties and dipped his fingers behind her underwear the way he would dip into the sweetest bowl of honey. The whimper he elicited from Pippi was aphrodisiac for his ears, and his fingers slowly trailed down. When he felt her flesh literally quiver under his touch, his own body clenched with need.
Theo.
She was so damn wonderfully sensitive.
He managed to find the strength to tear his mouth off her, and ignoring her mewl of protest, he captured her gaze, wanting and needing to see Pippi's face as he possessed her.
Acheron slowly thrust one finger in, and every inch he claimed had her face mirroring her every delectable thought—-
"Oh..." Her cheeks turning pink -
"God..." Her lips parting -
"Acheron..." And finally, as his finger sank knuckle-deep into her, he saw her blue eyes turn cloudy with need just as her head fell back and she began to pant.
It was the most beautifully erotic sight in the world, and Acheron wanted more of it.
He started thrusting his finger in and out, slowly at first, and as he felt her flesh gradually ease, he increased the pace. He listened to her breathing, using it as his cue, and only when she seemed to start relaxing did he slide another finger in, and it started all over again.
Her eyes rolling back, her body shuddering, her breathless panting—-
And as his fingers moved faster and faster, her hips began to move as well, until she was clutching his shoulders as she started to ride him.
Ah God.
He stared at her like a starved man would a feast, his balls tightening with desire as she started grinding her pussy harder against his crotch, as if willing his fingers to go deeper and deeper—-
And then she screamed, her back arching as she came all over his still-thrusting fingers.
By the time Pippi came back to her senses, Wickham was already pulling over in front of his house, and she had become belatedly aware of one infinitely embarrassing thing. "Oh my God." Her frantic gaze flew to his. "I can smell it, Acheron."
"Is that so?" Acheron had a hard time keeping his face impassive. Even though lovemaking did always have its own scent, he had never had a woman say such a thing. He should simply have expected that Pippi would be the first one to speak of it, Acheron thought with amusement.