Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
This was what she’d needed. The heat. The fire. The rough mixed with tender. His mouth was on her, claiming every square inch of her body. His teeth marked her. His tongue brushed caresses to soothe her. His hands were everywhere. Then he was kissing her again, after the long exploration of her body. Kissing her until she couldn’t think, only feel. Only need. Want. So much hunger spilling over until she could hear herself pleading.
He caught one leg and pulled it around his waist. His hand circled the girth of his cock, and he nudged at her entrance. When she tried to impale herself, he shook his head. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
She hadn’t wanted to go that far. She knew he’d been committing her body to his memory, but she’d never had anything like this before. It was too intense. Too passionate. Too sinful. Too… everything. She knew she’d never forget him as it was, let alone if she gave in to her desire to explore his body.
Reluctantly, she complied. She didn’t want him to stop, so she did what he asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. Then he was inside her, slamming deep, driving through her tight folds, the breath hissing out of him. Once again his blue-green eyes trapped hers so she felt she was caught in crystal, exposed to him. Every vulnerability. Every flaw. Every humiliating need and desire.
Her body wouldn’t be sated without rough. Somehow he read that in her, and it shamed her. Her nails dug into his back when fire streaked through her. It was good. So good. The way his cock drove deep, retreated and drove in again. Over and over.
She wrapped her other leg around his waist and used her hands down his back, over his buttocks, her nails driving deep, scoring a path in his skin, while he took her over. She knew he owned her body. There was no retreating from this. No getting away from it. Not when he could drag another three orgasms from her. Not when his kisses set fire to her soul. Not when his mouth on her breasts sent flames licking over her skin. He owned her body, and he always would.
He emptied himself in her while she floated somewhere she’d never been, his body collapsing over hers, pinning her to the mattress, her legs and arms still wrapping him up, both fighting for air.
He lifted his head first, his lips brushing her eyelids, the tip of her nose and then her mouth. Very gently. The difference between his rough and gentle was soul-destroying. It alarmed her. A woman could get used to a man like him, but she didn’t dare. There was no man in her future. No rough. No gentle. No anything.
He brushed the hair from her face. “You’re beautiful. This face. A man would fall forever for this face alone. Put it with your body and he’s lost.”
There was nothing lost about him. Nothing at all. He was still very much in charge. Still very much the dominant male. He didn’t move off her, his body still locked in hers. She braced herself for that flash of pain when he withdrew, moving subtly to let him know it was time. He just smiled down at her, and that took her breath.
She’d tried not to look at him as a whole. He had a purely masculine body. There wasn’t a soft spot anywhere. And then there were his eyes. So beautiful, all that blue-green in a sea of crystal. She had deliberately not focused on his face. She didn’t want to see him as a man. A shifter, mate of her female, that was fine, but if she looked at his face, she’d have to see him.
He was beautiful in a masculine way. Okay, gorgeous. Hot. Everything women dreamt of in a man. That made her self-conscious of her too-wide hips, full breasts and wild, too-thick dark hair. She cleared her throat, trying to think what to say to make him leave.
“Don’t,” he ordered softly. “I see it on your face. This is normal for a shifter. You probably had no idea about your female. Most don’t. But she’s beautiful and healthy, just like you. She’ll be this way for the next week. You can give me your number…”
She shook her head. Emphatically. “No.” She said it for good measure. “I’ll keep her in. I told you.”
The gentle smile disappeared, replaced by a short shake of his head. His eyes went to that piercing, scary stare his leopard had. “My leopard will hunt yours. You have to allow them to be together.”
She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. Her teeth felt sharper than usual. The bite stung, but only because he’d already marked her there and she’d just aggravated the small injury.