Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“You’re just full of wicked ideas.”
“You have no idea.” Vasily kisses the side of my mouth as he starts to move down my body. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, making me moan, my back arching off the bed. Heat swirls through me. My body knows what his mouth is capable of. “I bet I could make you come only sucking on these nipples.” His mouth moves to the other. That’s a gamble I’m never going to take because I know without a doubt I’d lose.
“Probably.” He can take my body from zero to a hundred in half a second. I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive. My hips jerk up, trying to rub against him.
“I love tasting you and making you come.” Vasily lays open-mouthed kisses down my body, pulling the blanket completely off of me in the process. “My wife is naked in my bed, only wearing my ring.”
I suck in a breath, my stomach quivering as the realization of being his wife really sinks in as he lays an open-mouthed kiss right on my sex.
I moan, my hips starting to rock, but Vasily’s hands slip under my ass, lifting me off the bed so he can bury his face farther between my thighs. My orgasm hits me like a nuclear explosion. I cry out his name. He keeps going, wringing out every last drop of my pleasure, like it belongs all to him.
I want to belong to him. To give him every part of me and for him to do the same.
“Vasily.” He lifts his head to lock eyes with me. I watch as he licks my orgasm from his lips. “Make me yours completely. Claim me as your wife.” His eyes flare with want and need.
“We don’t have to.” He kisses the inside of each of my thighs.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than to be yours completely, Vasily.”
He climbs up my body, losing his boxer briefs as he settles between my thighs, his cock brushing against my sex. My body jerks, my clit still sensitive.
“Willamina,” he says, staring down at me, brushing the hair out from my face. He presses the head of his cock inside me. “You have always been completely mine.” Vasily thrusts into me fully, bottoming out. I gasp at the sharp pain, and he smooths it with a kiss.
The pain is fleeting, though. My body is still buzzing from the pleasure he unleashed on me. The connection that I feel with him at this moment is deeper than anything I have ever felt before. A sense of belonging fills me.
“You want me?” Vasily asks between kisses.
“Always.” He pulls out, thrusting back in. “Yes,” I moan, gripping his shoulders. Vasily starts to move faster, thrusting in and out of me harder with each thrust.
“Fuck, you’re tight, Princess.” He sounds pained, but his eyes say otherwise. My sex starts to flutter around him. “That’s it, Princess, milk my cock.” He thrusts harder, each one deliberate, hitting a secret spot inside me that feels different. “Come for me; show me you want it.”
I cry out his name as I come. This one from deep inside of me exploding outward and all around. Vasily groans my name, his body jerking over mine as he comes with me. Warmth blooms inside of me—a mix of both of our pleasures coming together.
Me taking a part of him that I never want to let go.
Chapter Eleven
KING
My plan might have worked, but this next part is going to be hell. I’m not sure what is to come with dealing with her family, but I can tell that Willa is getting anxious the closer we get to Lighthouse Landing. I knew I’d have to take her back today. I wasn’t prepared for how much it was going to piss me off.
I should be on cloud nine. I spent the day between my girl's thighs, loving her in a way I never have and never will love another. She is it for me. I can still smell her on me, taste her.
We’re on the ferry. I wanted to have a vehicle with me, and this was the easiest and quickest way to make it happen. Willa takes another sip of the hot chocolate I got her when we’d gotten on.
She’s quiet now, and I know it’s because she’s worried what will happen next. I’ve tried to ease those worries for her. I wish I could whisk her away, but I know that’s not reality. She needs to finish school. I don’t want her to have any regrets or grow to resent me over time for missing out on anything.
“How is this going to go?” Willa asks, peeking over at me.
“How do you want it to go?”
“Maybe tonight I will go home and test the waters.” Willa licks her bottom lip. “Alone.” I can tell saying that one word pains her. I take some reassurance in the fact that she doesn’t want us to part for the night. She also hasn’t taken off her ring.