For too long, man has believed perfection is only seen.
They’re wrong.
It’s felt and heard even more than it’s witnessed.
Justine is living proof of that.
Don’t get me wrong, myahrenisn’t close to ugly. She hardens the cock of every man when she enters a room, but her insides are even more spectacular than her cock-thickening body and face.
After watching goosebumps rise on Justine’s skin from my touch, I say, “It’s time to wake up. We’ve got matters to attend to before our trip.”
That arouses her from her slumbering state. She raises her head an inch off her pillow before her unique-colored eyes slowly flutter open.
"Good. . .afternoon?" she greets me, aware it is past midday but unsure of the exact time. "Everything okay?"
My eyes drop to her chest when she rolls over to inspect the groove between my brows more intently.
“It is now.”
Her nipples bud when I brush my hand over them. She’s always been responsive to my touch, but I’ve noticed she’s even more receptive the past month or two.
“Are you still bare?” My voice is rough, dense with lust.
Too impatient to wait for her to answer me, I tug down the bedsheet covering the lower half of her body. My cock thickens when her beautiful curves are exposed to my avid eyes. The Popov housemaids’ adoration has added an appreciative layer of meat to her scarcely covered bones. Now the smooth swell of her hips matches the generous size of her tits.
“Don’t tempt me,Ahren,” I growl when she gives me a heated look, one that begs to be consumed. “You’re still recovering from last night. If I trusted myself to go gentle, I’d get lost in you, but an addict can never be accused of being modest when dabbling in their drug of choice. You are my addiction, Justine. One hit never suffices to curb my habit.”
I don’t often make mistakes, but I did just now. Justine is no longer looking at me in reverence; she’s glancing at me as if I am her savior, like I pulled her from the depths of hell instead of the other way around. The cause of my error? Calling her Justine instead ofAhren.
When her eyes blaze with lust, my infatuation gets the better of me. “Are you sore?”
A growl rumbles through my chest like thunder when she shakes her head. My heart isn’t pumping faster because of her quick response; I’m pissed she’s lying. She didn’t speak, but I don’t need to hear her words to know of her deceit. I can see it in her eyes, smell it on her skin. I can even taste it.
Spotting my slit lids, Justine pulls me down until I’m lying next to her. Remaining quiet, she plasters her gloriously naked frame to mine before balancing her chin on my thrusting chest. The anger burning me alive soothes when her bliss-filled eyes lock with mine. She’s sorry for her fib, but not apologetic about her insatiable appetite.
With a rake of her teeth over her lower lip, she murmurs, “I’m a little tender, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Her words are as confident as the woman I see in her eyes.
Heat creeps across her cheeks when I brush away the curl hiding her eyes from my view. “Because you’re so strong,Ahren. So fucking strong.”
Smiling in a way that stops my heart, she weaves her fingers through my hair that’s been recently trimmed. “Because of you, Nikolai. Only you.”
Stealing my chance to rebut her inaccurate statement, she seals her mouth over mine.
Our kiss starts tender. . . until she unleashes her naughty side. She nips at my lips, cheeks, nose, and chin before lowering her mouth to mark me with her “taken” stamp. Whether it’s scratches from her nails dragged down my back or a hickey on my neck, I wear her marks with pride.
While she sucks on my skin as eagerly as she does my cock, her hands fiddle with my belt. Unaccustomed to me wearing a belt, it takes her longer than she’d like to undo the clasp.
Pulling back, she stares at me with wild, lusty eyes. “You may not take anything not willingly given, but I swear to god, if you don’t hurry up and give me your cock, I’m going to scream.”
Smiling at her eagerness, I murmur, “There are devilish thoughts in the most angelic mind,Ahren.Yours are clearly no different.”
Teeth, lips, and hands go in all directions as Justine strives to strip me as bare as her kisses make me. My defiance of her every command increases her eagerness. She tugs at my shirt violently, popping several strands of cotton in the process.
“About time,” she grumbles when my shirt is the first thing to go.
My cock is aching to be inside her, but I’m enjoying the fruits of my labor too much to free it from its confines. Myahrenis ruling her empire, taking charge of her realm. I’m not going to interrupt this for anything.
While her needy eyes bore into mine, Justine’s hands skate across the ridges in my stomach that have grown astronomically from the numerous workouts she instigates daily. We fuck like rabbits yet still crave one another more than anything.
