Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 60711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Andie blinked at him, dazed. Her lips felt swollen. Her body felt like it was on fire. And he was just...looking at her.
Those gray eyes, storm-dark now, searching her face.
She didn’t know what expression she was wearing.
She only knew that she didn’t want him to stop.
She only knew that something was happening inside her body—something strange and frightening and wonderful—and she didn’t understand it, but she wanted more of it.
She was staring at him like—
Like she wanted more.
Something in his expression cracked.
“Fuck.”
His voice was pained.
And then his mouth was on hers again.
Hungrier this time. More desperate. Like something had snapped inside him and he couldn’t hold it back anymore.
His hand slid down her side.
Down her hip.
Until his fingers found the button of her jeans.
She gasped against his mouth. She knew she should tell him to stop. But she couldn’t.
The button came undone with a soft pop.
“Tell me you don’t want this.”
She didn’t. Truly! But the words refused to leave her throat, and all she could do was shudder when his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans, beneath the cotton of her underwear, and found her.
Paul...
Paul had his hand between her thighs, and oh.
Oh goodness.
His finger slid through her folds, and she jerked like she’d been electrocuted. The sensation was—she didn’t have words for it. Overwhelming. Terrifying. Exquisite.
“You’re wet.” His voice had gone rough. Strained. Almost reverent. “Koukla mou, you’re soaked.”
Her face flamed. She didn’t even know that could happen. Didn’t know her body could produce that kind of—that it meant she—
“Don’t be embarrassed.” His free hand cupped her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. And what she saw there made her breath catch. He looked almost...undone. “This is...you have no idea what this does to me.”
His finger moved again, sliding through the wetness, and her hips bucked.
“Easy.” The word was soft. Almost gentle. So at odds with the man she thought he was. “Let me show you.”
Show her what?
But then his finger found something—a spot she didn’t even know existed—and she stopped thinking entirely.
A sound escaped her. High and broken and nothing like any noise she’d ever made before.
“There.” Satisfaction darkened his voice. “Right there.”
He circled that spot. Slow. Deliberate. And her entire body lit up like a Christmas tree, nerves firing that she didn’t know she had, pleasure blooming in places she’d never felt anything before.
Her hands fisted in his jacket.
Her eyes squeezed shut.
“No.” His hand left her face to grip her chin. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She couldn’t.
It was too much.
He was too much.
“Andromeda.”
It was his first time to say her name, and oh, the sound of it—
She opened her eyes, her senses still reeling, and as soon as their gazes clashed, it felt as if she was about to drown.
“I want to see you when I make you fall apart.”
She didn’t have time to think, didn’t have a chance to process what he meant.
The moment his finger pressed harder, all she could do was feel.
All she could do was moan as his finger circled faster, and something started building inside her. Something strange and tight and almost frightening in its intensity.
“That’s it.” His voice was hypnotic. Dark velvet wrapping around her senses. “You feel that? That pressure building?”
She nodded frantically, not trusting herself to speak.
“Chase it.” His other hand moved to her hip, gripping hard. “Move against my hand. Take what you need.”
She didn’t know how.
She’d never—
“Ride my hand, koukla mou.” The words were raw. Almost desperate. “Like this.”
His grip on her hip tightened, and he moved her. Rocked her forward against his palm. Showed her the rhythm her body was craving.
And oh—
Oh!
Her body caught on immediately. Instinct older than thought took over, and she was grinding against him, chasing that maddening pressure, her hips rolling in a rhythm she didn’t know she knew.
“Good girl.”
The praise shot through her like lightning, her body buckling, and she dimly heard him groan—a low, broken sound—just as he started to strain against his trousers.
She raised her head, and oh, the look on his handsome face...
Was she truly the one responsible for that look?
Was she truly the reason why he looked so close to losing his control?
“Paul—” It was her turn to whimper his name out, and the sound of it had his fingers moving faster. “P-Paul. I don’t—I can’t—”
“You can.” His forehead pressed against hers, his breath hot on her lips. “Let go, koukla mou. I’ve got you. Just let go.”
A broken cry escaped her.
And then...
Aaaaah.
Her whole world...exploded.
There was no other word for it.
One moment she was chasing something she couldn’t name, and the next she was shattering, her body arching against his, a cry tearing from her throat that she couldn’t have stopped if she’d tried.
Wave after wave crashed through her.
Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to bruise. Her thighs clamped around his hand like she was trying to keep him there forever. Her entire body pulsed and throbbed and sang with something she had never known existed.