Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
But he only slips his hand away, and I cry out at the loss. “No fair!”
“Shh.” His hand rubs my backside, and then his fingers trace between my thighs again. Something hot and hard prods at the entrance of my body and I moan, realizing that we’re skipping all the foreplay and are going straight to the consummation. He teases the tip against my core, leaving me clenching and needy and whimpering with distress. “My pretty milettahn,” he murmurs. “Do you want your mate?”
“Yes!”
Nemeth surges into me, and I let out a choked sound. Oh gods, that is so good. It’s been forever since I’ve been filled like this and I’d forgotten just how intense and delicious the sensation of a thick cock pushing into me can feel. He thrusts into me hard, rocking me against the cool stone of the steps, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so full. Nemeth is larger than any lover I’ve had in the past, and I squirm as he seats himself to the hilt, his heavy thighs bracketing mine. His breath hisses, and he remains still over me, frozen in place.
“R-ribbon?” he asks, voice tight.
“What?” I turn my head, trying to look back at him.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Gods, no! Keep going!” I try to arch against him, lifting up my backside in silent encouragement. “Give me everything,” I pant. “Give me your cock. Give me your knot.”
He growls low in his throat, and his hips surge against mine once more. It’s as if he can no longer control himself, and now that he knows I’m not hurt, he’s free to claim me as he wants. He pounds into me from behind, rocking our bodies together and driving into me with such force that each thrust leaves me breathless. My toes curl as he pumps into me, and the sensation is so good that a low curl of pleasure starts to warm deep in my belly, a sign that I just might have an orgasm from thrusting alone.
“More,” I cry out, eager to chase that sensation. “Harder, Nemeth. More!”
“Can you take my knot?”
Is he not giving me everything? “Yes.” I widen my legs, trying to give him more access to my body that’s already stretched tight around him. “Give me everything. Make me your mate.”
“You’re so tight,” he hisses between his teeth, and thrusts shallowly into me.
“Give me your knot,” I say again, demanding. It won’t feel like we’re truly mated until he does.
Nemeth growls low in his throat. He clenches my hips tight and then presses forward. Suddenly, it feels like too much, and the realization is startling. He’s got more to give me? But I’m not new to sex. I try to relax my body, keeping my hips loose as he thrusts into me, pushing a little harder each time.
It’s no longer feeling good, my climax pounded away as Nemeth slowly drives his knot into me.
“Unh!” Nemeth shudders over me, and thrusts deep, clutching my hips tight. He spills into me, and I try to hold still as he comes.
It’s impossible. His knot feels enormous and like it’s splitting me apart. I squirm in place, wriggling in an effort to get comfortable as I’m pinned under his heavier weight. I feel…stuck, oddly enough, which is a strange sensation. And when I try to slide away from him, I find that I can’t, and our bodies are locked together.
I whimper, distressed.
“Shh, love,” Nemeth murmurs. He rolls onto his side, pulling me with him until we’re curled on the floor together. “Give my knot time to recede.”
Squirming, I’m trapped between the pleasure-pain moment and the realization that I had no orgasm. “How—how long does that take?” I ask, panting.
He strokes a big hand down the front of my dress, then slides that hand under my skirts. “Longer than a few breaths, that’s for certain. Did I…hurt you?”
“Your knot feels like a lot,” I confess tightly, wriggling again. I can’t stop moving. “Still does.”
Nemeth groans. “By the gods, you feel good. You’re squeezing my knot so hard.” Even now, he bucks lightly against me, and I feel another burst of his release inside my body. His hand slides between my thighs. “Did you come?”
“No,” I practically wail, and I sound pouty and pathetic.
“Truly, I am a terrible mate. I will have to make it up to you,” he soothes.
I’m miffed that he doesn’t sound sorry. He sounds like a man that just got his knot in his woman and he’s sated.
He nuzzles the top of my head, his legs curled around mine, and I whimper pathetically again as his hand slides to my cunt. “While you milk my knot, I get to take care of you.” And his fingers tease my clit.
I cry out, shocked at how intense it feels. Oh, gods. I’ve never been stuffed so full, and the combination of his fingers strumming my clit while I’m speared on his cock is explosive. I immediately clench around him, my cunt squeezing tight, and Nemeth lets out a shocked little gasp of his own.