Insatiable by Adriana Hunter Read Free Book Online Page B

trembling, feeling warmed by the heat in his gaze. The limo had now come to a stop, and a quick glance out of the window indicated that they’d arrived at their destination.
    “Are you ready to go in?” he asked softly when she hadn’t spoken. His hands were gentle as he helped her redress.
    Okay? How could she ever be okay? When a man like him could so effortlessly possess her without trying? She hadn’t stood a chance against the intensity of his touch, and while a small part of her wanted to recoil from the blinding heat of his kisses, she had been powerless to resist.
    She mumbled that yes, she was fine, and managed to crawl out of the limo, her knees wobbly, her body weak. She couldn’t remember ever coming so quickly or so hard before and it frightened her how strongly he affected her on so many levels, how easily she gave herself to him.
    She felt him take her hand silently as they made their way inside and up the elevator to their suite. They didn’t speak, and he didn’t look at her, but she could feel his tension, the feral aura that exuded from him. His fingers linked with hers, and his touch was strong, possessive. She had no doubt of what lay in store the moment they were all alone in his bed, and while her body warmed in anticipation, her heart warned her that one more time may be more than she could handle, and she’d never find her way back.
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    Ava didn’t have time to think about it. Once they were alone in the bedroom, he quickly undressed and she followed him, reaching behind for the zipper on her dress. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him, and she lost herself in his searing, electric gaze.
    “I’ll do it.” A dark smile crossed his face.
    So she followed obediently, as he led her down the shadowed hall to the front of the ornate mirror, which took up the length of one wall. When he looked back at her, she met his gaze with a probing expression of uncertainty.
    “Look,” he instructed her, turning her toward the mirror, watching her intently.
    She stared at her unrecognizable reflection. Her wild eyes, her slightly disheveled hair. He stood behind her, his hands reaching to unravel her upbraided locks, bringing it to fall in chestnut waves on her shoulders. His face was bent close to hers, and he lifted his eyes to hold hers in the mirror.
    Deliberately, he drew down the zipper at her back, before slowly and gently tugging down the expensive black dress. It pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of it, trembling, her arms immediately moving to cross her chest, to shield her body from his sight but he refused to allow it.
    “Ava…you’re beautiful.” His voice was rough, his words sincere.
    Ava cast a sly glance up at him from beneath dark lashes and saw in the unwavering intensity of his gaze that he meant it.
    She stood in a red strapless corset and panties, her arms hanging against her sides, his hands gripping her wrists. She dared to look at herself and saw that her waist was pinched in a few inches by the snug, sexy corset, giving her full figure even more of an hourglass shape. Her legs stretched almost endlessly down to her shiny black pumps, which elongated her curvy frame even more. She heard him draw in a sharp breath, and with his body so close behind her; she could feel the heat of his nakedness and the rigid length of his cock throbbing against her bare ass. She shivered. It was torment to be standing so close to each other, and yet still holding back.
    “So very curvy,” he said in approval, his voice little more than a growl. His hands fell to her waist and he squeezed her bare flesh. He tugged her back hard against him, and she was too excited by his closeness to breathe.
    What was he going to do to her?
    “Your body is all mine,” he told her softly, making the tiny hairs on her lobe tingle. She gasped and arched her neck, feeling his lips slide over her skin feverishly. His hands smoothed up over her breasts, cupping them.
    “I will know every