Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
"I can't fuck you," he whispers into my mouth. His lips slide across mine again, soft and sweet. "Not when I need to make love to you so badly it hurts, baby."
Holy shit.
I moan quietly when he sweeps me up into his arms, carrying me out of the kitchen and then up the stairs. I lay my head against his shoulder, my heart pounding a frenetic beat. I'm on fire and trembling in his arms.
I think he's made love to me since the very first time he touched me, but when he tips his head down to look at me, his expression takes my breath away. He's always looked at me like he's going to eat me alive, and that's there, burning every bit as hot as ever, but there's a little bit of hesitation and fear mixed in this time.
Roman isn't afraid of much, but I think he might just be a little afraid of himself since I fell down the stairs. He's afraid he's going to hurt me.
Something soft twists through me at the realization, making me fall a little bit deeper in love with him. God, he's perfect. Tahani used to tell me all the time that he's just a big teddy bear, and she's right. He's so fucking sweet.
He may be afraid to hurt me, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he won't. For the first time since I asked him for two weeks together, I'm suddenly certain that this beautiful man would never, could never hurt me. I think he'd tear the world apart to keep me safe if he had to do it. He loves me, so much it brings tears to my eyes.
"Hey," I whisper, reaching up to touch his cheek. "You won't hurt me. I'm a fucking warrior, remember?"
A tender smile spreads across his face before he catches my fingers and presses them to his lips while laying me on his bed. He follows me down, covering me with his hard body. He's careful, holding himself above me on his forearms to keep from crushing me.
He leans down and kisses me, his lips ghosting across my forehead and then my eyelids before finally landing against my mouth. He kisses me gently, nibbling at my lips and then sliding his tongue inside my mouth. Mine twines against his, moving in time with his. He's slow and soft as he kisses me breathless again.
I slide my arms around him, one hand playing through his wild hair. His chest brushes across my breasts with every exhalation, sending little ripples of desire through me. With each shift of his body against mine, those ripples grow, spreading outward.
When he finally breaks away from my mouth, panting, I'm trembling beneath him all over again.
He undresses me slowly, pulling my clothes from my body piece by piece. The key to his house gets lost somewhere along the way. His lips touch each inch of skin he unveils. He spends a little more time on the bruises across my ribcage, lavishing them with sweet little kisses.
By the time I'm naked beneath him, little moans roll from my lips and I can't stay still.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" he asks, those hazel eyes glued to me. He lifts himself up from the bed and strips, his gaze never leaving my body. His eyes are dark, his cheeks flushed with arousal. That look is in his eyes again…the one that tells me that he's hanging on by a thread, ready to lose control.
"So are you," I whisper, swallowing hard.
A man as big as he is shouldn't be beautiful, but he is. His body is a work of art, every bit as incredible as the ITahanin sculptures that draw crowds. I have no idea what kind of workouts he has to do to look like that, but there's no way in hell I'd ever be able to keep up with him. The discipline it must take to look like he does is staggering. But it looks good on him. God, does it ever look good on him.
He calls me a warrior, but I'm pretty sure he could be plopped down in the middle of some ancient battle and no one would question if he belonged there or not. Even if he was a foot shorter and not so muscular, they wouldn't question him. Authority hangs in the air around him. Command radiates from him, whispering that he's not someone you mess with, not if you want to survive. He's dangerous, more than capable of killing to protect what belongs to him.
And he's all mine.
"You'll tell me if I hurt you," he says as he prowls toward me again, completely naked.
With his eyes on fire and his cock jutting, thick and proud, from his body, all I can do is nod in mute agreement.