Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Is this real? Can this really be happening? I can’t believe this is real.
When he reached to pull out one more thing from his pocket, it was not another pen, but a small velvet box.
And inside of it, of course, was a diamond ring.
“I can’t wait for the world to know I’m the luckiest man alive,” Valerian said roughly. “It kills me that I have to keep it a secret. You deserve more. You deserve everything. And one day...I swear it, Poppy. I swear I’ll give you everything. But right now, I can only ask you this. Will you be my wife in secret?”
Poppy was crying so hard by the time he finished, she could only choke out her answer.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Valerian was on his feet in an instant, and she could only release a teary laugh as he swiftly slid the ring down her finger...before once again handing her back his pen.
“The sooner you finish signing the contracts, the sooner I can keep my promise. I’ll kiss you for as long as you want. Touch you. Fuck you—”
She clapped a hand over his mouth. “I get it!”
But Valerian was just as swift as removing her hand and lowering it back to her side. “You haven’t gotten anything yet. But you will get me and my cock—”
Oh my goodness.
“—-as you as you sign the damn contracts.”
Chapter Eighteen
A MESS.
It seemed that was how Poppy would always feel for as long as Valerian was a part of her life.
And now wasn’t any different, with a part of her still unable to believe that her signature on several contracts was all it took to change her legal status.
Just like that, she was now Mrs. Valerian Rossfield and her new husband was also as good as his word. He wasted no time in taking her to his suite, and in the blink of an eye, he already had her naked and laid out on his huge bed like a virginal sacrifice.
Poppy could only squirm under the burning heat of his gaze, but her shyness quickly faded away when Valerian slowly stripped himself bare.
Oh my.
Piece after piece of his clothing fell to the carpet, with each discarded item revealing the intimate parts of him that she had once imagined were impossible for her to see.
The smooth golden expanse of his chest had her swallowing hard, and Poppy had to fight against the urge to touch and see for herself if it was as hard as it looked.
So, so sexy, she thought dizzily.
It didn’t seem possible for a man to be this hot, and oh...
A whimper slipped past her trembling lips when she saw his erection jutting proudly against the muscled tightness of his belly.
Was it truly meant to be that long?
That hard?
That thick?
She had never really looked at her own womanhood, but...
“I don’t think you’ll fit,” Poppy blurted out. “There’s this J-Drama I saw on Netflix, and—”
“Poppy?”
“Y-Yes?”
“I’ll make it work.”
There was just something about the way he said it, and the way he had also stared at her when he said the words—
She couldn’t explain it.
All she knew was that she had never felt this turned on her entire life.
And he knew it.
Oh, he so, so knew it, with the way his nostrils flared as he caught the musky scent of her desire.
“I can smell how much you want me, Poppy.”
And now he was staring at her, his lust-filled gaze devouring the way her breasts had grown swollen with their rosy tips all puckered up as if begging to be suckled.
“P-Please.”
She hadn’t planned to beg. But she wasn’t surprised to hear the word tumble past her lips. She just wanted him so, so much, and it was all she could do not to sob when he finally joined her in bed.
“Please.”
Poppy could no longer stop herself from begging him again and again, and another cry escaped her when his huge, hard body settled over hers. Every inch of her flesh was craving for contact. Burning for his touch and aching for his possession.
“P-Please, Valerian—”
His name turned out to be a magic word. It seemed as if that was what he had been waiting for all this time, and as soon as she had choked his name out—
Aaaaaaah.
He was finally kissing her.
Finally!
All she could do was writhe and rake his back with her nails as his mouth began its tortuously fiery descent.
He sucked on the side of her neck so, so hard that he had her seeing stars by the time he left his mark on her flesh. And when he finally started sucking on her nipple, her body immediately buckled—it was the most excruciating pleasure, and she was close to passing out when he moved to her other nipple to devour her anew.
Flames of need had completely consumed her flesh by the time his mouth reached the soaking wetness between her legs, and Poppy could only cry his name out when he suddenly parted her folds open before thrusting his tongue inside of her.