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)
“That’s it, milettahn,” he groans. “Milk my knot with your sweet cunt. Gods, you feel good.”
I come hard, the orgasm rolling through me in waves, and then it doesn’t stop. Instead, Nemeth continues to tease my clit, rubbing circles around the hood as my body squeezes tight around his cock and I make breathless, gaspy sounds as he makes me come over and over again. One orgasm rolls into the next, and I arch and writhe against him as he works my body, sending one pulse of pleasure after another until I’m breathless and spent, and still he makes me come again. He strokes my throat and face with one big hand while the other strums between my legs like I am a lute he will never tire of playing.
By the time his cock eases from my body, I’m exhausted from having come so many times. I feel worn and dazed with pleasure, curled up against his back. I sigh as he slips free from between my thighs and a rush of fluid follows. He tugs me higher up against him and nuzzles my face. “Now are you pleased, my greedy princess?”
I snuggle back against him. Am I pleased? Gods, I don’t think I’ve ever been so pleased. Sex with my Fellian has been incredible. I expected it to be good because I love him, but I was not expecting to be utterly wrung out with decadent pleasure. “I think I like your knot.”
He chuckles, stroking a finger along my cheek. “I am glad you approve.”
I think if I approved any more, the gods would need to scrape me off the walls.
Chapter
Forty-Nine
We remain on the floor, me tucked against Nemeth’s chest. I think we’re both far too tired to get up for a while, so he runs his fingers over my skin, petting me, and at some point, I fall asleep.
I wake up to Nemeth picking me up off the floor and bridal-carrying me into our room. “I can walk,” I tell him, yawning. “You can put me down. I’m not that tired.”
“You are very tired,” he argues. “But more than that, you are my mate, and I am going to carry you to our bed on our mating day.”
I can’t fault that logic. Plus, Nemeth is nice to snuggle against, his chest warm and bare and best of all, mine. He sets me down in the bed and I reach for him, only to have him kiss my fingertips and move away. He gets a bowl of water and a towel, and as I recline sleepily in the bed, washes himself.
And, shameless woman that I am, I watch him. There’s something so satisfying about seeing his hand move over his cock. Of his hard features that ease slightly when he looks at me, as if I’m all the softness in his world. He rinses the towel off and then moves to my side, parting my thighs and wiping me down with gentle, tender care.
Once Nemeth is satisfied that I’m clean of his seed, he sets the bowl aside and unlaces the front of my corset, helping me undress. Instead of our normal sleeping attire, he pulls my chemise off of me and studies my body, now as naked as his. I want to preen at his hot gaze, because it’s clear he likes what he sees. “It’s early for bed,” I tease as he climbs into bed beside me. “Are you that tired?”
“It’s the day of my mating.” He slides into bed next to me and props up on his side, watching me with a hungry, avid gaze. “Should we not spend the day in bed?”
Again, I cannot fault his logic.
I immediately pull him against me, sliding an arm around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. “This has been quite the wedding day.”
His arms move around me and he hauls me against him, pressing my breasts to his chest. He rolls me onto my back and brushes his nose against mine. Our lips meet in a brief kiss and then he scrapes his teeth against my mouth, the moving a mere graze but oh so sensual. “And are you content?”
“Mmm. ‘Content’ implies that I’m done with you. And I haven’t finished savoring.” I kiss him back, letting my tongue flick against his. I’m tired, but at the same time, a warm, hungry pleasure is coursing through my veins. I wouldn’t mind another, far more leisurely bout of bedsport with Nemeth. “You’re always talking of savoring, after all.”
“I am,” he agrees, chuckling. He kisses his way across my jaw and then moves down my chest, toward my breasts. “I would love the chance to savor these.”
“Now’s your chance,” I joke. “I hear their owner just got married.”
“What a lucky male to mate such a prize.” He cups one breast and buries his face in my cleavage. “Gods have mercy.”