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)
I will always be with you. Always cherish you. You will always be in my care. Stay with me, Pelkgapâd és Meke Pirämet.
Petru’s voice was temptation itself. He named her Fearless Defender. An equal. His tongue slid over the spot where his teeth teased and nipped. Her entire body reacted.
I will show you the night as you have never seen it before. Believe me, you will love it as much as you do the sun.
He sank his teeth into her. The pain was every bit as exquisite as the pleasure bursting through her. The two sensations mingled together until they became impossible to separate. She was aware of every cell in her body arcing with electrical, sensual energy. She felt his every reaction. The dark craving for her blood. His need of it. His reaction to it. For him, her blood was an aphrodisiac. Deeply addicting.
Petru was as aroused as she was, maybe even more so. He reached for her hand and pressed it over the long hard length of him. A dark thrill shot through her as she felt the hard, pulsing shaft beneath her palm. He curled her fingers around the hot steel pole. Immediately, her temperature rose even higher. Instinctively, she smeared the pearl droplets over the wide head, wishing she could use her mouth to get the shaft wet.
Instantly, because he was reading her mind, he accommodated her. One of his hands surrounded hers, tightening his fingers in a fist around hers, showing her how to pump his cock. She felt pleasure radiating through him. Pleasure was an insipid word for the ecstasy rushing through his veins, spreading like a wildfire out of control. His euphoria fed hers.
Safia wanted to climb over the top of his cock and slide down on top of him. She didn’t know what she was doing, but that didn’t matter. There were dozens of erotic images in his mind, and she wanted to try every one of them with him.
Then he was lifting his head, his tongue sliding over the throbbing spot on her breast where he’d taken her blood. His eyes were twin flames of absolute lust. He looked the epitome of carnal sensuality, every line carved deep. It was impossible not to catch fire with the same dark passion.
The heavy muscles of his bare chest drew her like a magnet. Her mouth watered. The need to taste him magnified to the point she could barely think of anything else. Her pulse sounded like a drum beating so loud in her ears that it drowned out every other sound. Or maybe it was his heartbeat. She couldn’t tell. Their hearts seemed to pound with the same escalating rhythm.
Retaining possession of her hand pumping his cock, his other hand cupped the back of her head to encourage her toward the line of ruby-red beads of blood welling up in invitation. She leaned into him, her tongue sliding over the crimson drops, pulling them into her mouth. The taste was even more erotic than she remembered.
Safia heard him groan. The sound seemed to echo through her entire body. With her tongue, she felt her teeth sharpen. Petru guided her to the vein and instinctively she hooked in. The moment she did, he threw his head back and roared. In her fist, his cock was so hot she feared it would burst into flames. It jumped and pulsed as she drew his blood into her mouth. His blood was just as hot and spicy of an addiction as she remembered. She couldn’t possibly control her need of it.
She knew she was spiraling out of control, her body desperate for his. The more of his blood she consumed, the more desperately she needed him.
Petru, do something. She didn’t care if she was pleading with him, something she was fairly certain she said she wouldn’t do. Nothing seemed to matter but to be closer to him. For him to stop the tension and pressure forever building in her.
Slow down, Safia, you’re always trying to move too fast.
His voice whispered along the inside of her mind, stroking caresses with a velvet brush, adding to the need in her. The fist surrounding her hand didn’t slow down at all. If anything, it tightened and sped up. For some reason, that added to the rising sensual excitement in her. Her lashes swept up so she could watch as his cock grew larger. The sight of him was terribly erotic.
Petru. You’re so beautiful.
Close the laceration with a sweep of your tongue, Pelkgapâd és Meke Pirämet. You have taken enough for a true exchange.
I am unable to close the wound as you do. To be honest, she was distracted and very fascinated by the way his body reacted to the way she was pumping his shaft faster and harder. His breathing was far more ragged. The pleasure escalated rapidly.