Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Kaja,” Dante says, his voice achingly quiet. “I’ll stop. We don’t have to make love again until I can get you on birth control. If you really don’t want to risk it, I can get you some medicine that will take care of it.”
I shake my head. That is the last thing I want. “I do not want medicine.”
The wolf inside still wants to run from him. He can break my wolf so easily, probably will, but the woman I am becoming stands her ground. If I do not fight, will I always regret it? How does one fight for a man? Will it even work if he does not want to be with me?
I wrap my arms around Dante, my decision made. I will spend this time with him. I will make all the memories my heart can hold. When the time comes to leave, I will do it with dignity. And I will not slink away to the woods. I will find a home. I will build a life.
“Kiss me.” I turn my face up as Meg did to the sun when she realized her husbands were there. Dante is my sun for now.
Dante gazes down, his eyes searching mine. “Are you sure? I really don’t want to hurt you. That was never, ever my intention.”
“Why did you buy me?” I need to know the truth.
His face flushes slightly, but his hands tighten around my waist. “I needed a wife. You were the first one I found.”
I was convenient. I can accept that. I got something from the deal, as well. My life. “But you do not need a forever wife.”
He brings our bodies together with a little bang. “Damn it. I explained this to you. I’m crazy about you. I just don’t think I’m going to be good at the whole marriage thing. Look, it’s not like I’m going to toss you aside. We’re married forever. There’s no going back, but one day we might want to go our separate ways. I don’t want to lie to you. I want to be happy for now. Now is all we have.”
Yes, it is. The present is certainly all we will ever have if Dante wants it that way. I cannot force him to feel for me what I feel for him. I cannot make him accept me forever. I can only control what is in my heart. I can only want what I want—and I want him. For as long as I can have him.
“Then kiss me.”
His face bunches up, his forehead wrinkling. “I really am crazy about you.”
Crazy is not love. Even I know that. “Kiss me.”
He lowers his head, his lips brushing mine. “I know you don’t believe me. I’ll show you.”
His hands grip the cheeks of my ass and haul me up. I wrap my legs around his body as he walks me to the nearest tree and places my back against the huge trunk.
“Gods, I really hope my cousin isn’t hanging around in this one,” Dante mutters as he takes my mouth again.
I love the way he kisses me. No one kisses on my plane. I allow my mouth to flower open under his. His tongue caresses my own, and I sigh. I am pressed between the hard bark of the tree and his body, but I do not want to be anywhere else. When he kisses me, we are the only two people in the world.
Of course, when he bites me, when my blood flows into his body, it feels as if we are one person. I love that above all else.
He presses in, his erection shoving against my pussy. His hips move as though they cannot help themselves. “Gods, I want you. I want you all the fucking time. How can I want you so much?”
He kisses me, his mouth dominating mine. One hand finds my breast, and he cups me, playing with my nipples. His mouth runs down the side of my neck. There are still tiny holes from where he fed this morning. They seem to close quickly, but the healing bumps are still there. He licks at them, seeming to find them endlessly fascinating.
My whole body threatens to light up when he touches my neck. I never thought of my neck as being particularly sensitive, but now I squirm every time he touches me there. When he licks my neck, I feel it in my pussy.
“Please.” I am well aware I am begging. I want that bite. I want to feel him. “Please don’t shut the door between us. Please.”
His head comes up. “You feel it, too?”
I clutch his shoulder, staring into his eyes. The irises are wider, but the green hasn’t totally taken over. “I need it. I need to feel it. I’ve never felt so good as when I feel those flashes of you. I don’t know what it is, but I need it, Dante.”