Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
“Damn it.” An intense passion vibrated through his voice. “I am supposed to be comforting you, not trying to devour you.”
“Maybe. . .” My body hummed with longing. “Maybe, a good devouring is just what I need.”
Groaning, he captured my lips, sweeping me up into a sizzling kiss that was a whiplash of pleasure. His mouth was hungry and demanding, and I yielded to his desire.
The hallway around us vanished.
There was nothing but him.
His tongue was wet and skilled like a lover's touch. Our mouths worked together in harmony. His grunts and sighs of pleasure were music to my ears.
Groaning some more, he pressed me against the door and ravished me some more. His hands were rough and possessive as they gripped my waist.
Oh.
Bewildering pleasure and delicious aches poured through me. The friction of our bodies was electric. Every inch of my skin tingled with desire, so much desire that it was too damn soon when he broke away.
Panting and dazed, I almost begged for him to return.
His voice went husky and dark. “I knew once I kissed you, I would not be able to get enough. I would want more and more.”
There was a raw need in his eyes that made my heart slam against my chest.
I wanted more of that kiss.
I wanted more of him.
I wanted his skin on my skin.
I wanted his hands everywhere.
I wanted him to make me his.
And damn it. . .I wanted to be his too.
It might not have been the best idea, but I whispered, “Come inside.”
He licked his lips.
My heart nervously beat, waiting for his response.
He gave me a sad smile. “Any other night, I would not have waited for your invitation. I would have already had the door open, you on the bed, and been moving deeply inside of you. . . but tonight. . .is not that night.”
My nipples stiffened, yearning for his attention. “I. . .understand.”
“Do you really?”
“Yes. You need to be next to the Lion. This is an emergency.”
“Yet.” Passion rode his voice. “You are so captivating. You make me want to forget about my duties to the Lion, and only spend time with you.”
I considered what Kazimir would do if David skirted his duties to have sex with me, especially on an evening when Lunita had appeared.
I sighed. “That would be a very dangerous move, David.”
“But, it would be worth it.” He raised his hand and traced the side of my fingers with his fingers.
I turned my head and found his fingers with my lips. I gave each digit a kiss. “There will be other days.”
“True. . .but. . .” A low groan left him. “Perhaps, we have time for a few long kisses between your thighs.”
I blinked.
“I have surely spent many nights thinking about those kisses.”
His phone rang. Anger spread across his face. Leaning away, he let out an exasperated breath and pulled out the phone.
I gave him a sad smile. “It must be hard being one of the most important men in Italy.”
He looked at the screen and then answered, “Yes, Misha. What do you need?”
I quirked my brows.
What does the Mosquito want?
“What? Are you sure?” David frowned. “Then, I will deal with them immediately. Yes. Yes. I understand.”
He hung up and put the phone in his pocket.
I eyed him. “What did Misha say?”
“Five Black Axe soldiers snuck onto the island. They are near the hotel. Misha’s people have their positions. He doubts they came to attack. In fact, they are probably here to do recon.”
“What’s your plan?”
“Some men and I will go and kill them.”
I nodded. “I will go with you and—”
“You will remain here to get rest.”
“Do you think I cannot shoot a gun and help out?”
He smirked. “I believe you can shoot better than me. It is what keeps me up in bed most nights with a hard cock pointing to the ceiling.”
I melted and did my best to gather myself. “David—”
“Rest. There will be plenty of days to fight this week.” He dug into his back pocket and pulled out a silver card. Next, he pressed it against my door.
It opened an inch.
I quirked my brows. “You have a key to my room?”
“It is the hotel’s master key. Therefore, I can enter anyone's room.” He pushed the door open wider and then scowled. “What the hell is this?”
Huh?
I looked in that direction.
Oh.
Roses, thousands upon thousands of roses, bloomed on every available surface of my room, from the floor to the windowsills and the mantelpiece. Their petals swirled from a pure white to the deepest, most solid blue imaginable. Some blooms were storm-cloud blue and sat in crystal vases. Others were lavender-hued or powder blue and rested in gold vases—a perfect pair to the blooms they housed.
I didn't even know you could make roses these colors.
There were even blooms of periwinkle and sapphire—glistening in their rarity and trapping my view.