Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 18000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Oh...wow.
Something hot and beautiful and so, so wonderfully precious comes into life inside of me, and I can no longer think.
Oh.
Oh.
Ooooooooh.
Time also seems to stand still as my emotions overflow, and with every second that passes, it gets harder and harder to remember who he was or who I was.
As my arms wrap around his, my body melts against his hard, powerful form, and his tongue mates with mine---it gets harder and harder to tell where he begins and where I end.
All I can do is feel.
All I know is that we're one.
And when he lifts his head, all I hear is our pants.
I look dazedly into his eyes, and the heat of his gaze burns me alive.
"I didn't want you to feel forced or coerced into doing anything," he rasps out. "And that's why I never planned to tell you the truth..."
"I d-don't understand..."
"I want you, too, Eden."
Déjà vü, I can't help thinking as his words leave me confused, and all I can do is stare at him again.
What does he mean when he says he wants me, too?
I have never---
OH.
I feel like dying when I realize how he's completely misinterpreted the words I gave him earlier.
Oh. My. Gosh.
When I told him I wanted to do the things one would expect from a wife, all I was thinking about at that time was making myself indispensable by serving him in any way he needed me to.
"You're embarrassed."
Well, of course I am.
"Don't be."
Easier said than done, I think miserably. In fact, I think it's quite impossible not to be embarrassed, considering how my earlier actions made it seem like I was practically begging him to take me to bed.
"Do you want to hear another truth?"
Since his first truth just about killed me---
"Not really?"
His eyes gleam with amusement. "It's not as bad as you think."
"Then..." I take a deep breath. "Okay. What---"
"I wanted you from the moment I saw you."
Oh.
"I wanted you even when I didn't yet trust you."
God, oh God.
"And because I'm not a good man---"
I don't think I deserve the way my husband is looking at me.
"I wanted you even more when I realized you're the kind of woman I would never deserve."
Can't Possibly Last
Ithrow myself into my husband's arms, and I start crying as soon as the warmth of his embrace surrounds me.
"You have it all wrong," I sob out. "I'm nothing special. I'm exactly what you thought I was before. Just some island girl---"
"You're my island angel, sent to save a worthless soul like me."
I want to argue against this, but it's impossible to even think, with my husband already sweeping me up into his arms as he kisses me again.
I think I'm going crazy, God.
Because the more we kiss, the more I'm convinced that I'm already in love with him, and surely that's not possible.
Right?
My husband reluctantly ends the kiss as he carries me back inside the house, and I hide my face against the side of his neck when we walk past his staff, and all of them are looking at us oh-so-knowingly.
Oh, dear.
He takes me straight to his bedroom, and he's already gotten rid of my dress even before my back hits the bed.
My underwear follows suit, and just like that I'm naked under my husband's gaze.
Embarrassment makes me attempt to cover myself, but he's just as swift in capturing my wrists.
"Let me look at you, mon ange."
His words alone intoxicate me, and my arms fall helplessly against my sides. I can feel myself blushing from head to toe as he takes his time staring at me. I want so badly to keep myself still, but the longer he studies me, the more restless I feel.
My body no longer feels like my own, and sensations I've never known batter me all at once. Never have my breasts swelled the way they're swelling now. Never have their tips ached so sweetly, and never have my body trembled and shuddered the way it's doing now.
His dark gaze alone is like an invisible caress that every cell inside of me feels so, so intensely, and I feel like crying out as I feel myself getting wet between my legs for the first time.
If this is how he can make me feel, and he has yet to touch me, then what more, oh what more---
What more if he touches me?
The thought alone makes me feel like I'm about to spiral, and that's exactly what happens when he finally starts removing his own clothes.
Every inch of his body that he exposes to my sight feels like an exquisitely intimate gift.
Every inch is beautiful.
Warm.
And because I'm his wife---
Surely it's not greedy of me to think that every inch of him is mine?
Mine, mine, mine.
I can't believe that this man is mine.
My husband looms over me, and the difference between us is overwhelming. He's so much larger and stronger than I am. And yet, I feel no fear at all, and my heart only races as his weight settles over mine.