Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 141492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
He lengthened her teeth and helped her hook them into his vein. The moment she connected them together, the white-hot flame shook them both. Flames raced up his spine, ran from his chest where she drew his blood into her hot velvet mouth, spread downward straight to his groin, fueling him with fire.
He flung back his head and silently roared his need of her to the world. He would not lose her this time. Nothing. No one would stand in his way. If Lilith and her army thought they could take her from him, they were very wrong.
Two thousand years I have waited for you.
Holding Safia steady in one arm, he stroked her right breast with his large, calloused fingers. He had slain hundreds of vampires with his hands. Torn their hearts from their chests and incinerated them. He had never thought he could be gentle, but everything was different with his lifemate. He was different.
Like he had, she found the taste of him an aphrodisiac. Wildly addicting and wholly erotic. He shared her mind, and as his blood filled her, she writhed on his lap, unable to hold still, urgently reaching for something she had no real knowledge of.
Petru. Her soft pleading was impossible to resist. I’m burning up.
I can help. Touching you intimately is dangerous. He would do anything for her, even this. Already, his palm slid down her feminine form, committing it to memory until he rested it on her smooth inner thigh. Spread your legs wider for me.
The combination of her mouth on his chest, the sensual feel of her breasts against his body and the sight of her added to the pleasure he shared with her. Trust me, Ku Tappa Kulyak, I will relieve this burning for you, if it is what you want.
It would only increase his hunger for her, but he could block the sensation if it came down to it, where she could not.
Yes, please.
That voice of hers, working its way into his chest, making his heart ache. She was getting to him, no doubt about it.
He slid his palm beneath the edge of her swimsuit, closed his fist and then rubbed along the tight curls. She didn’t pull away. A soft little groan escaped, and in their shared minds, he felt the fever of desire grow in her.
Very gently, he dragged his knuckles back and forth over her soft curls and then cupped her mound lightly with his palm. He had a large hand, and he covered her completely, absorbing the shape and heat of her. His heart pounded irrationally, matching the beat of hers. He slid two fingers lower to find her slick heat. She moaned softly and shifted restlessly. Burning. Her veins were liquid fire. His veins infused with those same flames.
Do something. There was a plea in her voice. Low. Trembling.
She had no idea what she was asking of him. He might not survive this when he survived a thousand battles with vampires. He smoothed his fingers between her most intimate lips, stroking caresses gently petting her, tugging, soothing, heightening her pleasure. She didn’t pull away, only moaned a second time and moved her hips restlessly.
Petru stroked the pads of his fingers across her slick entrance. Her feminine scent called to him. Faint notes of jasmine, moonflower and the sea. When he took her blood, the addicting taste of jasmine and moonflower was subtle, but it was there. All Safia. All his. He circled her clit, little caresses, driving up the sensations she was feeling.
Very gently, he slid one palm up his chest to bridge between her mouth and his bare skin while he allowed her teeth to retract, releasing the vein.
Slide your tongue over the laceration. Just that small sensation of velvet brushing over the spot where she’d taken his blood when she obeyed him was highly erotic. All the while, he continued to make little circles around her clit, never touching where she wanted or needed most.
Spread your legs wider for me. He whispered the temptation intimately.
Her head fell to his shoulder, her long lashes veiling her eyes. Her hips lifted toward his stroking fingers. Petru slowly inserted one finger into her wet entrance. Her tight muscles fought him, but he was patient.
Relax for me. He kissed her ear, tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.
Safia immediately followed his instructions, taking a deep, shuddering breath and letting it out. The moment her tight muscles yielded, he moved his finger deeper into her silken sheath. She was burning hot, liquid fire. His cock burned and jerked in reaction as her muscles clamped around his finger.
He moved his finger gently, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves, stimulating them, adding to the burn slowly until she was in a fever of need. Only then did he stroke the pad of his thumb over her clit. A featherlight sensation at first. Just enough to add to the feel of elusive release she needed so desperately.