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)
The elevator doors slid open, and Acheron was already there.
Oh.
For several moments all she could do was stare—-
"Are you just going to stand there like an idiot?"
The familiar words made her laugh even as her eyes stung. With her heart on her sleeve, she gazed up at him, a smile wobbling to her lips as she murmured, "I'm sorry for the unseemly reaction, Mr. Simonides."
The words were more than he had allowed himself to hope, and hearing them made Acheron drew his breath sharply. If she had wanted to, she could have made him bleed first, and she would have had every right to do so.
But she hadn't.
Because she loved him.
Even after having a taste of what kind of hardships she'd face just for choosing to be with him - she loved him still.
She loved him.
Acheron slowly went down on one knee. "Take this one last risk with me, and I promise to dedicate the rest of my life to bringing you happiness. Will you marry me, Pippilotta Jones?"
HE COMES FORWARD. TAKE this one last risk with me, and i promise I'll dedicate the rest of my life to making you happy. He goes down on one knee. Will you marry me, Pippilotta Jones?
Epilogue
IT WAS A CHARMINGLY simple wedding, with only the closest friends of the bride and groom in attendance - along with almost every family making up the local population. Damen Leventis stood as Acheron's best man and his daughter Nala made the loveliest flower girl as she walked down the aisle and tossed out rose petals from her tiny basket.
The luncheon that followed was decidedly rustic, with picnic tables spread out by the beach and the food consisting of homemade dishes instead of catered gourmet treats. It was not how most people would imagine a billionaire's wedding to be, but for Acheron and Pippi it was perfect.
And besides, getting married was wonderful and all, but what they were really looking forward to was what happened afterwards.
"I'm so damn hungry for you, Mrs. Simonides."
"So am I." Her smile was an enthralling mixture of shyness and mischief, something that only Pippi could do, and Theo, how it turned him on.
"I hope I can fucking last," Acheron muttered even as he spun his bride to her back and started on the long row of buttons of her wedding dress. While Acheron was proud of his ability to stick to his word and keep his hands off her until the day of the wedding, it had left him rather ravenous, and his fingers actually shook when they accidentally grazed the satiny texture of her naked back.
Theo, how he desired her!
Pippi turned to him as her wedding dress fell in a pool of silk around her feet. She had the strongest urge to cover herself, but because she wanted to please him, she managed to keep herself still, hands against her side as his hungry gaze devoured every inch of her body. She could feel her breasts swelling as he continued staring at her, and even her nipples had started to tighten. She tried not to fidget, but it was hard, and soon she felt it, too, that rich, creamy rush of wetness drenching her folds -
"Have I made you wet, mikrí mou?"
She nodded, whispering, "Getting wetter by the second, too—-"
The unexpectedly dirty talk made him groan as his control snapped. He hauled her to him, and in another swift move, he had both of them lying on the bed, his powerful, throbbing body on top of hers.
Pippi bit her lip hard, her senses overwhelmed by the familiar heat of his strong, muscular figure. She had missed this so, so much!
"I love you, Mrs. Simonides."
"I love you, Mr. Simonides."
His head bent just as her arms went around his neck. Their lips met, their kiss gentle and tender at the start, but then his tongue slowly pushed in. Mairi whimpered, her body writhing under his, and Acheron let out a growl.
The kiss deepened in the next moment, the movement of his tongue becoming deliciously forceful. But instead of resisting and pulling away, she surrendered to his dominance. When he sucked on her tongue, she sucked on his back, and it had both of them panting when the kiss finally ended.
His mouth trailed down, sucking on the side of her neck before nuzzling the valley between her breasts. She clawed his back when he began kneading her breasts, and her nails dug deep into the muscles when he started sucking on her nipples, one at a time, and oh so slowly that it had her panting even more.
By the time he parted her legs, she was more than ready, and it didn't even hurt at all when his long, thick cock finally slid inside to claim her virginity. She started to sob as he started to move. It was so good. It was too good. It was unbelievably, ridiculously, impossibly good, and she never wanted it to end.