Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Lassiter immediately resumed the ancient movements, and now, because she knew what to expect, as the curling need coalesced and began to build again, she let herself go with it—knowing that with him, she was safe.
* * *
Lassiter lost count of the orgasms. All he knew was that as long as Rahvyn wanted more, he was going to give it to her—and that was not hard to do. Her sweet cries, the way she held on to him, her pleas and her releases, all of the sex was a grounding motivator for him.
When they were finally still, he rolled onto his side and took her with him. As she curled into his chest, she was warm and drowsy. So was he. His eyes closed and he let himself drift, listening to the crackling of the fire, feeling the softness of her body conform to the hardness of his own, scenting her arousal, which still lingered, thick and heady, in the cave’s air.
He stroked her back. Murmured things, as if he were a poet, as if his words were worth anything more than the breath that carried them to her ear. In return, she replied in a similar way, her syllables too quiet to be heard, her meaning fully obvious to him.
“Will you stay the day with me?” he asked.
As he waited for her reply, he was aware of tension creeping up his spine and clawing him in the back of the head—
“There’s nowhere else I want to be.”
Lassiter smiled and opened his eyes. “Good.”
He wanted to remember everything about this moment, the cave he had been indifferent to but now revered as a landmark, the gentle glow of the flames, the quiet chatter of the logs being consumed, the quiet sound of her breathing, a symphony.
The female in his arms, his forever.
Twenty-four hours, he thought.
“Rahvyn?” When a hmm? came back at him, he drew his fingers through a length of her hair. “Will you go on a date with me tomorrow? After nightfall?”
Her head lifted and her eyes opened. “A date?”
Nodding, he touched her chin, urging her in for a kiss. As their lips met, he said against her mouth, “It’s where two people go somewhere, usually to eat and enjoy each other’s company.”
Her smile was innocent and sensual at the same time. “I rather am enjoying yours right now.”
Laughing, he caressed her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “Are you now?”
“I like it when you come inside of me—”
As he choked, she sat up in alarm. “Lassiter, are you well?”
“No, no—it’s fine,” he sputtered.
“Did I speak out of turn in some way?”
He slowly shook his head. “Nope, not at all. You just didn’t warn me ahead of time you were paying me that kind of compliment.”
“I am not being charming. It is the truth, I can feel you in me when you—” As he made the same noise again, she frowned and patted his arm. “You are sure I may speak as such?”
“Female, you talk like this all you want. I just have to be honest, it’s having an effect—”
“Oh, I want to feel it.”
Her hand burrowed between them, and he arched back as she wrapped a hold around his shaft.
“Is this too much?”
“No,” he moaned as his hips instinctively punched forward.
“May I be on top this time?”
Lassiter opened his mouth. Closed it. Laughed. “You are… amazing.”
By way of answer, he eased over on his back—and he was not prepared for the sight of her parting her glistening thighs across his hips and standing his erection up to her bare cleft. As she looked down at what she was doing, her hair fell forward in a gleaming platinum wave, and her breasts swayed, the nipples swollen from when he’d sucked on them, the creamy curves so full compared to her waist.
“Yes,” she said huskily as she paused. “I should very much like to go on a date with you tomorrow. I accept your very kind invitation.”
He stretched up and kissed her. “I am honored.”
Her smile was pure happiness, so radiant it overshadowed the fire. Hell, it overshadowed the sun, as far as he knew.
And then she got a serious look on her face, like she was going to get to work. Hissing in a deep breath, he locked his molars in preparation for the—
She sat right on him. No gradual descent.
Impaled would have been another word.
With a moan, she arched back, and as all the oxygen in his lungs exploded out of him, he marveled at the sight of him buried in her core. And the view got even better as she figured out how to move, her lower body starting to swivel as she set the rhythm, those breasts swinging back and forth, his gleaming shaft appearing and disappearing inside of her.
Her eyes stared ahead briefly.
But then they locked on his… as they began to orgasm again.