Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Mateo took the whole of her clit into his mouth, and he growled against her naked flesh as he tasted her.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said, unable to deny himself.
He moved his hands from between her thighs, sliding them beneath her ass, and holding her open, as he licked and sucked at her cunt. She was exquisite. Tasty.
He focused on her clit, stroking the nub, feeling the change inside her as he began to draw her closer toward orgasm. Mateo didn’t know if he should let her come so easily, or if he should make her beg him for more. He continued to play with her clit, and he didn’t want to torture her.
Harper deserved her orgasm, and he’d denied her that for seven long years. He thrust her over the edge, and the sounds she made would stay with him forever. They were one of contentment, filled with pleasure, and that was how he was going to keep her. In time, Harper would start to fall for him, but for now, he could give her all the pleasure her body desired.
After her first orgasm, he didn’t stop licking at her cunt. He drew her into a second orgasm, and this time, he moved them both up the bed, climbing between her spread legs and settling between them.
Her body was still pulsing, and he opened that connection between their wolves, and hers didn’t hate him, at least not in that moment. Mateo didn’t want to spoil it, but he knew the only way to keep Harper was to forge a bond with her.
Sex was one way to start the bond of mating, and in time he would get her to fall in love with him.
Reaching between them, he gripped his cock and lined the tip up to her entrance, and staring into her intense, pleasure-filled brown eyes, he thrust hard and deep, tearing through the wall of her virginity.
Chapter Ten
Harper woke up and knew everything had changed.
She was still the same woman, but she was different. Last night had been the worst and best experience of her life. Mateo taking her virginity hadn’t been … fun. The moment he thrust inside her, the pain had shocked her to her core, and she’d tensed up. Part of her had been tempted to call an end to their night of passion, but something held her back.
Mateo had not forced her, but he’d held himself still within her, giving her a chance to become accustomed to the feel of him. No words were spoken.
The tears had fallen, but they had been so fleeting, as had the pain, and she’d been the one to start moving her hips, wanting Mateo to make love to her. No, not make love, but to fuck her.
Opening her eyes, Harper stared toward the curtain that was partially open, allowing some of the morning sunshine to spill into the room.
Mateo was still in her bed. She sensed him close, but she didn’t know if he was asleep or awake.
After their first time, Mateo had been the perfect gentleman, and like she’d read in so many of her books, he’d taken care of her, which had made her love him just a little.
She wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but it had been amazing. They shared a bath, and Mateo had been so attentive, and once they arrived in her room, he’d pulled her into his arms and whispered that he was now going to show her just how good it could be. At first, she’d been shocked. She had tensed up, but there hadn’t been any pain or discomfort.
It had been perfect, the way she had always hoped it would be. She couldn’t believe how long she had waited for this very moment.
“How are you feeling?”
Harper turned her head to see Mateo was already awake. He’d moved onto his elbow, resting his head in his hand, watching her.
“I didn’t know you were awake.”
“I watched you wake up.”
“You watched me.”
“I might have been watching you sleep for the last half hour.”
“What time is it?” she asked.
“A little after six-thirty.”
“Oh.” She became aware that the blanket was at her waist, and her breasts were on display.
Mateo reached out, putting his hand at her waist. “How are you feeling?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
He frowned.
She chuckled. “It … feels strange.” She rolled over and Mateo didn’t let her go. He kept his hand on her side. She pushed some of her hair out of the way. “I’m not … angry or upset. Is that normal?”
“I hope so,” he said.
“You’ve been with women before.” The moment she said it, she pressed her lips together, because she hated the thought of him being with any other woman. The jealousy took her by surprise.
Years ago, Franny had asked her what she would think if Mateo was with another woman at that very moment, all those years ago, and she’d responded that she didn’t care. She had meant it. Her anger and feel of betrayal had been so acute that she didn’t think for a second she would care if he’d been with another woman. Yet, now, the very thought of him being with anyone was enough to tense her up.