Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
His lips followed his hands, nibbling, tasting, kissing her delectable skin, and that he had elicited moans of pleasure from her made it all the more enjoyable. His touch grew more intimate, his fingers making their way to the little nub of pleasure that nestled in her dark thatch of hair, and she gasped when his fingers began to play with it.
Raven couldn’t quite comprehend it all. His hand, mouth, tongue did things to her that sent sensations through her that she never knew existed or even thought possible. She thought she had had a good understanding of what went on between a man and a woman. Not so, she was a complete novice when it came to coupling. A quick decision had her doing what she always did when she wasn’t quite sure of something. She allowed her instincts to rule. Or was it her passion that took charge and had her reaching out to touch her husband?
With his mouth doing deliriously wonderful things to her nipple, she ran her hands through his hair, grasping his head. The more he pleasured her the more she ached to do the same to him. When she finally got the chance to take hold of his rock-hard shaft and feel the power pulsating through it—he grabbed hold of her wrist.
“Not tonight. It will be over much too soon and I want us to linger in pleasure.” He hated to see disappointment in her eyes, though his pleasure grew knowing how much she ached to touch him. “Another time, I promise,” he assured her and himself.
Her disappointment soon faded as he continued to work his magic on her and she was soon lost in a haze of pure pleasure. Her skin prickled with a maddening desire, her nipples were so taut they ached, the spot her husband had tormented with his touch and mouth throbbed unmercifully and the ache between her legs was just as relentless and made her want to plead with her husband.
Instead, she threatened, “NOW! NOW, husband or I will take my dagger to you.”
Wolf rose up, stretching over the length of her, laughing. “You’d cut off the appendage of mine that would bring you the greatest pleasure?”
She scowled. “You would torment your wife senseless?”
He lowered his face to hers, his hands braced to either side of her, and kept himself just hovering over her. “I intend to pleasure my wife senseless so I may linger in the joys of her moans that grow me harder and harder.”
Raven’s scowl disappeared. “I have that power over you?”
He brought his lips down near hers. “You’ll not use it against me, wife.”
She grinned. “Of course not, husband.” She grabbed his face, her fingers settling in his beard and loving the feel of the mixture of roughness and softness, then she kissed him.
Her passion-filled kiss pushed Wolf to the edge and he tore his mouth off hers. “Hold on to me,” he ordered.
Raven clamped her hands on his arms and instinctively spread her legs. She wiggled her bottom to meet his shaft that probed at her entrance.
“This is it, wife. This makes you mine,” he said as if giving her one last chance to deny him.
“It makes us one,” she corrected.
His heart swelled with a joy that was foreign to him, a joy he had never felt. “Aye wife—one.”
He entered her slowly, careful not to hurt her. Her sheath was snug and it hugged him tight as he slipped his thick shaft deeper into her. Her moans grew as did the way she moved beneath him, arching up, seeking more of him.
She gave a sudden thrust that had him instinctively plunging into her and he came to an abrupt halt when she gasped in pain.
“Good God, don’t stop now,” she cried out.
He smiled and did as she ordered, keeping his eyes focused on hers as he did, enjoying the passion that struck like lightning in her brilliant blue eyes.
Raven had felt a moment of pain that had passed quickly. All she cared about was the intense pleasure of his mighty thrusts and she matched each one with the thrusts of her hips while keeping her eyes locked with his.
She bit at her lower lip as an intense sensation grew far more powerful than she felt she could contain. Her moans grew as well and she feared they would soon turn to screams. She was going to explode, she wanted to explode.
“Wolf!” she cried out, slamming her hips against him again and again.
“Let go, wife!” he commanded.
And she did, screaming out his name as she burst in pure pleasure.
Her screams as she climaxed finished him, sending him hurtling over the edge and erupting in a climax with a forcefulness he had never experienced with any woman. And he let loose with a powerful groan.
Wolf was left so spent that he dropped off her to lay flat on his back, fearful if he didn’t he’d collapse on top of her. His breathing was as laborious as hers and they both laid side by side in the aftermath of an exceptional climax.