Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
He dropped his hands to his belt and undid the buckle. “Not while you were wearing my rings on your finger.” He whipped off the belt and placed it on top of the clothes he’d shed. “This is different.”
My pulse did a little skip as he slowly came toward me. The rush of exquisite excitement that swept over me left goosebumps in its wake. I felt my breathing speed up as the tension in the air snapped taut.
He stopped directly in front of me, so close our bodies touched and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach. “Don’t move unless I tell you,” he said. Didn’t order, no, just said. And yet, the pull to comply—more, to please him—was right there.
While I’d often bristled when other males tried dominating me in the bedroom, I’d never reacted that way with Dax—he was just so different. He didn’t boss me. Didn’t dish out orders. Didn’t voice his directives with an expectance of obedience.
He asserted himself, owned his personal power, with such ease and calm. The ease and calm of a man for whom being so authoritative was just a basic part of his personality. All that strength and self-possession made me feel safe rather than disrespected; made following his directives feel natural and even a little compelling.
Dax lightly rested his hands on the sides of my face, letting his gaze roam over it, stroking his thumb along the corner of my mouth. “Beautiful.” He dipped his head, touching the tip of his nose to mine for the merest moment before drawing back. “And now all mine again.”
He skimmed his hands upward, brushing them over my ears, gently thumbing the lobes and skimming over the shells—the fluid move woke up so many nerve-endings it was crazy.
He started carefully removing the pins from my hair, his face so excruciatingly close I felt every soft pulse of air he exhaled. His dark, spicy scent seemed to slink its way into my system and root itself in my lungs. Like it imprinted itself on me.
I remained still, drinking in the delicious energy arcing between us. Flutters of anticipation yo-yoed around my stomach. But I wasn’t experiencing any urge to fidget. I felt too relaxed, too comfortable. Also too needy.
Basically, endorphins and dopamine were having their wicked way with me.
I’d missed this. Missed this combined feeling of supreme safety and hyper-arousal that came from being under the decadent direction and intent care of someone so strong and powerful and implacable. I’d never found it with any other man.
Pulling out yet another clip, Dax brushed his lips lightly along my temple and gently nuzzled me there. My heart jumped at the unexpected touch, like I’d been zapped by static electricity. My facial nerve-endings were just so excruciatingly aware and sensitive right then.
A whisper-soft, butterfly kiss passed over my forehead as my hair tumbled down my back. “That’s what I want.” Breezing a featherlight kiss over my cheekbone, he added the last of the pins to the nearby dresser.
Already damp, I flexed my fingers. “I don’t suppose there’s any point in me asking you to speed things along, is there?” It wasn’t really a question. When Dax got it in his head to take his time, all you could do was enjoy the ride—and you would. Very much so. But the wait was almost painful.
A dark intensity swallowed his pupils. “Oh, this isn’t going to be a quick fuck, Addison. Far from it.” He slithered his hand up the back of my neck, gathered a fistful of my hair, and wrenched my head back.
I gasped, my inner walls contracting.
He softly dragged the tip of his nose down the side of my neck. “Shall I tell you what’s coming?” he asked, his tone low, deep, conversational. “I’m going to explore, use, and defile you. Every inch, Addison. Every fucking inch of you will ache for what I can give you. By the time I’m done here, your body is going to know exactly who it belongs to.” He pulled my head up, his gaze locking on mine. “And it’s never going to forget.”
Chapter Thirteen
If he was aiming to make my brain short-circuit, there was a good chance he’d succeed.
I didn’t mind slow and gentle, but it wasn’t my preference—I was too impatient. This wasn’t a mere leisurely seduction, though. This wasn’t a prelude to a soft, easy fuck. This was Dax doing what he did best—messing with my mental equilibrium by making my emotions spin and keeping me off-balance.
I knew he could make the switch any moment from gentle and sensual to rough and aggressive. The anticipation of that was both maddening and intoxicating.
My breaths turning short and rapid, I fought the urge to reach for him. Which became so much harder when he traced the outline of my lower lip with his tongue—the nerve-endings in my face weren’t doing so well under the force of the sensory overload.