Chiromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts #8) Read Online Charmaine Pauls

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Seven Forbidden Arts Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
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“Not until eight.”

“We have an hour.”

Gripping her ass cheeks, he lifted her into his arms.

She wrapped her legs around him and gripped his shoulders for support.

Kissing her with the hunger of a sexually starved man, he carried her back inside and pushed her against the cold metal of the caravan wall. He broke the kiss just long enough to say, “Open my fly.”

With her back pressed against the wall for support, she could let go of his shoulders to use her hands. She pulled down his zipper. He wasn’t wearing his briefs, making it easy for her to free his cock. She caressed the velvet hardness before guiding the thick head to her opening.

“Take me,” she breathed into their kiss. “Take me hard.”

He complied with a single thrust, filling her with a bite of pain and pleasure. She moaned as he pulled out and drove back home. The momentum shifted her body up the wall.

She dug her nails into his shoulders. “Yes. Like that.”

At her encouragement, he pounded into her. He drove his cock so deep that goosebumps broke out over her skin. His lovemaking was raw and desperate, and she understood why. Neither of them was ready to say goodbye.

“Fuck, Sky,” he said with something close to a growl, releasing her lips. “I’m going to come in your pussy.”

“Yes.”

“Come with me. Touch yourself.”

She slipped a hand between their bodies and pressed two fingers on her clit.

“Play with it,” he said, urgency infusing in his tone.

Barely cognizant of anything other than how completely he filled her, she rubbed a slow circle over the bundle of nerves.

“Harder.” He slammed into her. “I’m too damn close.”

“Bono,” she cried when her release started building.

He gritted his teeth. “Come for me. Now. Your pleasure is mine.”

Set off by the possessiveness of the command, her orgasm exploded. The release was instantaneous, but the pleasure lasted several seconds. When the aftershocks finally ebbed, he allowed himself to come.

On some primitive level, there was something very satisfying about being filled with his seed. She liked having a part of him inside her. They stayed like that with their bodies connected and their foreheads pressed together, both reluctant to let go.

After they’d caught their breaths, he kissed her neck. “You drive me crazy.”

He nipped her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine.

Pulling his cock free, he carried her to the bed and lowered her onto the mattress with a single command. “Stay.”

He fetched the box of tissues from the vanity and cleaned her meticulously. When he was done, she made to get up, but he said, “I’m not done.”

“I can wash outside.”

“I said I’m not done.”

He took a tube of cream from the nightstand and coated his finger before applying a generous amount to her folds.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I got you an anesthetic cream when I went shopping this morning. I’m afraid I went overboard. This’ll dull the pain.”

“I’m fine.”

“Now you are.” He offered her a hand and said with an apologetic smile, “I’m afraid our breakfast may be cold. Sit your butt down at the table. I’ll be right back.”

She sat down on the corner bench while he carried their breakfast inside and dished up.

“I’ll make coffee,” she offered.

“You’ll do nothing of the kind.” He gripped her fingers and kissed her hand. “You sit. I’ll get the coffee.”

His incredible sweetness only made the betrayal taste more bitter in her mouth.

After breakfast, she used the bathroom and washed in the basin while he took care of the dishes and tidied the kitchen. By the time she was dressed, he’d taken a cold shower under the garden hosepipe. Buttoning up his creased shirt, he looked around the nightstand. Her heart tightened in her chest, knowing what he was looking for.

He moved the lamp aside. “My watch.”

She walked over and went down on her knees. Lifting the dishtowel, she said, “Here it is.” She crossed her fingers behind her back. “I must’ve knocked it down.”

Wordlessly, he secured it to his wrist, then gripped her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. “I have to go,” he said with regret. “Ready? I’ll give you a lift.”

“You go. I have some things to care of.”

He planted a chaste kiss on her lips and pulled away, but he didn’t let go of her shoulders. An internal battle seemed to rage in his eye. After another second, he dropped his arms. “See you later.”

She couldn’t tell him another lie, so she said instead, “I have something for you.” Taking a key from a box on the shelf, she placed it on his palm and folded his fingers around it.

“What is it?”

“You’ll know when the time is right.” She wiggled the ring from her finger. “You should hold onto this.”

“No.” He caught her hand. “It’s yours. Don’t take it off. Ever.”

Her tears threatened to spill over. She couldn’t speak for the fear that her voice would break.


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