Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
She bared her teeth at me. “This doesn’t mean anything,” she said, her voice thick with lust and something else I was too chicken shit to try to decipher. Mainly because I needed every single ounce of control I had to make it through this encounter on top. If she got the best of me, if I lost myself in her body the way I wanted to, I’d never get another chance with her. I absolutely had to prove to her I could handle anything she threw at me and come out on top.
I held her gaze, even though I knew the reason she was looking at me now was her go-to effort to throw someone off. And, let’s face it, those pink eyes would normally do the trick. They weren’t just strangely colored contacts, they were bright fuckin’ pink. It wouldn’t surprise me if they fucking glowed in the dark. I didn’t flinch. I held her gaze with what I hoped was a steady one of my own.
“Tell yourself that, baby. But it means everything.”
Her lips twitched in a semblance of a smile, though it was as dangerous as it was inviting. I knew she’d been a trained and very skilled seductress. I’d seen her smile exactly like this many times before she pounced.
Venus pushed back slightly to study me, her expression unreadable. “You think you’re ready for this? For me?” she challenged, her voice laced with both skepticism and intrigue.
“Oh, I’m very ready, Venus. The question is, are you?” Did I have doubts? Yep. I had many. Not doubts that we belonged together -- I was already hers and had been since the moment I claimed her, when I’d gone to help get Lemon back. Venus needed to realize she was mine as well. She wasn’t there yet. My doubts centered on myself and if I could be what Venus needed. I was a strong, dominant man, but Venus was unlike any other woman I’d ever encountered.
“You think so?” She tilted her head and, for the first time, I thought I might have penetrated that shield she kept around her all the time. She tried to look amused, but there was something in her eyes that told me she was now wary. She sensed the predator, but couldn’t find him.
“I’m not just ready, baby. I’m here to prove I’m exactly what you need. And I will be everything you could ever imagine in a partner.” I replied, tightening my grip on her hips and pressing my cock harder against her. I thrust my hips between her thighs so the hard ridge of my cock rubbed over her clit. I knew I got it right when she shivered in my arms. Her gaze skittered from mine and she grunted, almost in pain.
When sweat erupted over her skin and beaded on her forehead and upper lip, I couldn’t help the smirk I knew painted my lips.
Our breaths mingled, those fierce eyes of hers imploring me to challenge her, to prove my resolve. “Everything,” she repeated, her voice now a whisper caught between defiance and a plea. It was clear Venus was wrestling with her own desires and the harsh rules set for her long before she was capable of defying them. From there they’d been drilled into her until each of those rules became part of her psyche. The weight of that stare felt like a challenge carved in stone, daring me to carve my name alongside hers.
Suddenly, her hands moved with purpose, tracing the contours of my face before pulling me closer. Her lips sought mine again with an urgency, like her actions were almost a plea for me to make good on my promise. Our kiss deepened, tongues clashing in an erotic dance.
As her lips moved against mine with an almost ferocious need, I could feel the barriers she built around herself beginning to crumble. The intensity of her kiss conveyed more than words ever could; it was her response to my challenge, daring me to keep up with the storm that was Venus.
With every touch, every clash of our tongues, I felt more of her walls fall away. Oh, she fought to hold them up. Probably thought that, if she could wrest control from me, I’d give in and fuck her already. Then she could use my inability to resist the call of her body as evidence I wasn’t strong enough to handle her. She could bend me to her will and Venus would never belong to a man she could control.
She reached between us to unfasten my jeans. My cock sprang free and I nearly groaned at the instant relief. Sure, I still throbbed and ached like a motherfucker -- especially when she reached between us to stroke my cock -- but I felt like I had some room to breathe. Which is what I needed to keep control of this situation.