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)
“You are scorching hot.” He bit out the words between his perfect white teeth. “So fucking tight I might lose my mind.”
She was already losing hers. He was pushing in slow, inch by inch now, not taking her all at once like he’d done before. She was tight, her body refusing to give him entrance and then slowly giving way to his invasion at his insistence. He didn’t stop that slow entry, just kept a steady pressure, forcing his way through her reluctant sheath until he was fully in her, until she felt him up against her cervix.
His thickness pressed tightly against her inner muscles, stretching her again to the point of pain. It burned, that stretch, but it felt good, just what she needed. “Move,” she commanded. He had to move before she imploded.
“My name is Joshua. Say it.”
She shook her head. She didn’t want to know his name. She didn’t want him to know hers. She wanted him to take her hard and fast and then go away so she could be ashamed and humiliated alone. She lifted her hips, trying to move, but he wouldn’t budge, and he wouldn’t look away, or allow her to.
“Say my name,” he ordered. He kept his voice low, but it was no less demanding.
“Why?” She practically wailed the question. She burned. Surely he did. Surely he could feel his leopard’s need.
“You know why.”
She didn’t. She really didn’t, but it didn’t matter. If it would get him to move, she’d say it. “Joshua.” She’d always liked that name. “Please, just move.” She could play nice, but her fingers curled against the mattress, nails digging deep.
He still didn’t move. “Give me your name.”
Her eyelashes fluttered. She didn’t want him to know her. Not at all. Not one thing. “After tonight you’ll be gone. So will I.”
“She’ll be in heat for seven days. This doesn’t go away. You think my male’s going to allow another male anywhere near her?” There was a growl in his voice she couldn’t mistake for anything but a male on the verge of rage.
“I’ll lock her up.”
“How will that help either of you?”
“I don’t know,” she wailed. “Please. Hurry.”
“Your name.”
He couldn’t be feeling what she was feeling. Panic set in. She was moving, writhing beneath him, unable to stop. He leaned down and bit her shoulder. The bite of pain sent liquid heat surrounding him. Scorching him. She couldn’t help it. Humiliation set in when he bit her other shoulder and then stroked his tongue over the sting, earning him more heat. More burning liquid. Her muscles spasmed around his cock, gripping him harder.
“Sonia.” She gasped it. Nearly crying. Burning from the inside out.
He moved immediately, withdrawing and then surging forward. Then he was pounding into her, pulling her body into his when he moved into hers. Her breath rushed from her lungs, her breasts swayed with each hard jolt, her head thrashed on the mattress as he pistoned into her, over and over again. She never took her eyes from his, and he never once looked away.
She came immediately, the wave taking her hard, roaring through her with a terrible force and then instantly building again, coiling tighter than before. The need stronger. It built and built in her. He yanked her legs up and over his shoulders, changing his position, throwing her into another wild orgasm that raced through her body; every cell should have been sated, but it wasn’t.
She cried out, terrified of losing herself in him. Never once did those eyes allow her to look away. She had to depend on him, and he was letting her know he knew that. He was the only one who could help her. The third time, he went with her, her body gripping and milking his, forcing his orgasm with the sheer strength of hers.
She whispered his name, the burn of tears in her eyes as she braced herself for the release. His cock was still heavy as he withdrew and there was that bite of pain she expected, the one that flashed through her and sent another heat wave. Before he could say anything, she rolled onto her side and let the swamp soothe her to sleep. He curled his body around hers, one arm sliding around her waist, his breath in her hair.
She woke close to the dawn. In the blind it was still dark, but light was beginning to creep through the trees, bringing those gray fingers of fog. Joshua rolled over top of her and took her mouth before she could protest.
He kissed like he fucked. Hard. Hot. Spectacular. Fireworks went off behind her eyes. His mouth traveled over her chin, down her throat to her breasts. Finally. Her nipples, always on fire, had the attention of his mouth. She realized then she wasn’t the only one feeling the burn of the leopard mating. He was wild, his mouth hotter than hell. His teeth were everywhere. He was rough, savagely so. He treated her body like his own personal playground. She loved it, the way he growled if she moved. The way his tongue lapped at the sting of his bites.