Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 165649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 828(@200wpm)___ 663(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 165649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 828(@200wpm)___ 663(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
He moved cautiously into a sitting position. She was merged very firmly in his mind and knew his cock was full and aching. He had visions of her bent over the railing, or on her hands and knees taking him hard and fast into her body, or her kneeling in front of him, his cock stretching her lips, yet he gave her no instructions. Asked nothing of her. Gave her no commands. He ached, and yet he didn’t ask or demand relief from her. That instantly took away all the pleasure she’d received.
She sat up slowly and scooted a little away from him, dropping her gaze from the length and girth of his cock. There were pearly drops on the broad head of it that she longed to taste, but he wasn’t giving her that opportunity, although she saw so clearly in his head that he wanted those things from her.
“Elisabeta?” His voice was very gentle. “What is it? Did you not enjoy what we just shared together?”
She moistened her lips. “You know I did.” She detested that he was forcing her to speak aloud. She was merged with him, which meant he could read her as easily as she could read him.
“I want you to tell me why you no longer feel the pleasure you felt moments ago.”
“You know why.” She was horrified that she sounded mutinous. There was silence. She knew instantly that he had issued her a command couched in nicer terms. He had said he wanted her to tell him. He had still decreed she tell him. She took a deep breath. “I am in your mind and can tell you are in need. I would very much like to learn how to please you.”
“That lesson is for another rising. This was for your pleasure, for you to learn about your body and the pleasure I can bring to you.”
His voice said it all. He didn’t expect her to argue with him. There was even dismissal in his mind, and it hurt. Really hurt. She felt as if he was rejecting her as a person. As a lifemate. As a lover.
“Piŋe sarnanak.” His gentle voice was nearly her undoing.
“Look at me.” She wanted to disobey him, but she couldn’t. She forced her lashes up and met his eyes. The color had gone from that blue-silver to more of a darker iron ringed with rust.
“I do not understand why you will not allow me to see to your needs. I wish to serve you, to make you happy. Your cock is full and aching. I want to learn how to use my mouth to bring you to happiness the way you did me. Or my body the way I see in your mind.”
“Women no longer have to serve their men, Elisabeta. This is a modern world and women choose when they wish to have sex with their men and when they want to accommodate them. The men do not do the choosing.”
His voice roughened, turned almost harsh, and she knew from being merged with him that her suggestions had made his cock even fuller and more demanding than it had been. The need to serve him was nearly a physical pain she couldn’t stop.
“I do not understand.” There were tears in her voice. Tears in her mind. But she didn’t shed them. They weren’t in her eyes, although she wanted to weep forever. “You said I did not have to be like the other women and yet you are trying to make me into one of them. I need to serve you. It makes me happy. It makes me feel fulfilled. I cannot contribute any other way to our relationship. That is who I am and yet you do not want that person. You want one of the more modern women like Julija or Lorraine. I will never—ever—be modern, nor do I want to be. I would try for you, but I know it is not in me and I would fail you.”
Ferro’s arms swept around her and he pulled her tight into his body, at once offering her comfort. “The last thing I want is for you to be a modern woman, Elisabeta.”
There was no denying the sincerity in his voice.
“Then I do not understand what you are trying to make me become.”
“I want you to have the opportunity to choose for yourself to grow into what you want to be. Over time, being around other women, you will learn things from them, and you will see that a life with me will not make you happy. I want you to have all the choices that were taken from you from the time you were a young girl. You deserve to be able to have every option available to you.”
Elisabeta lifted her chin in the air, her gaze fully meeting his. Challenging what he’d said to her. He sounded sincere. He said lifemates didn’t lie and that she could hear lies if they did. She heard no such thing. Then he wouldn’t, either.