Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 127461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
15
Maya wasn’t certain she would survive. Gorya looked like a hungry predator about to devour his prey. She should have been terrified with the way he was holding her, looking at her, so focused on her, but the reality was that the intensity made her feel wanted and loved.
He not only told her she was beautiful, he also made her feel that way. He made her feel sexy. Feminine. Special. She’d never had what he gave her. The way he looked at her now—with his eyes so intent on her, so centered, as if nothing else mattered in his universe but her—was thrilling.
She wouldn’t have moved if the ceiling was coming down on top of her. His face was carved with deep lines of lust. That should have terrified her. But she saw the love shining so starkly and unashamedly in his fierce hooded eyes. He did lust after her and she wanted him to. She wanted that look on his face, his eyes looking over her so possessively, as if she were his last meal and he was starving.
He lowered his head to her. She felt the heat of his breath against her slick entrance. Heard his deep inhale and knew he was taking her scent deep. Every internal muscle in her sheath clenched in anticipation. There was a gush of welcoming liquid. She’d always been dry. No matter what, she hadn’t responded to anything she’d tried, such as toys or her own fingers, to coax a climax. She’d always assumed her childhood trauma had made her frigid. That assessment was entirely incorrect.
Watching him, his focused expression, seeing his need, was as much a turn-on to her as the things he was doing to her body. She braced herself for an assault. She got gentleness. That same gentle lick over her clit that his fingers had done. The petting motion. Only this was heat and moisture. A lick of flame. She felt that whisper of a touch like a twisting flood of arousal spiraling through her veins.
Gorya. She whispered his name into his mind like a prayer. With love. With adoration. He had given her so many gifts. So many firsts. She hadn’t known her body could feel this way, that she was capable of soaring so high. He was the miracle saving them, not her. Never her. He could think whatever he wanted, but she knew the truth. Gorya was her truth.
His tongue circled her clit almost lazily. Flattened. Swept up and back in a long, slow lick, savoring what he was doing. Then he was licking at her entrance, using that same gentle lapping as if he were tasting a delicacy. Savoring it. Committing it to memory. Each sweep of his tongue was a hot brand burned into her flesh. He drove the air from her lungs until she felt raw with need, and he hadn’t even gotten started.
He’d said this was for him, but she didn’t believe him. Not the way he treated her so gently. It felt like worship. His strong features were stamped with pure sensuality. Moisture glistened on his short beard and mustache. The feel of both against her sensitive feminine parts added to the fire beginning to spread through her body.
He looked like sin incarnate. The very devil. His gray eyes had gone nearly pure steel blue and were filled with such raw desire she found she couldn’t breathe. It didn’t seem to matter how terrifying he looked, how enormously strong, or how much he said this was all for him; his touch said otherwise.
Tears burned behind her eyes, dripped down the walls of her mind. A deep craving took hold of her. She wanted to be just as giving and as generous to him as he was to her. Her body felt soft and feminine. Beautiful. Burning from the inside out. Needy. More needy than even the last time he’d built her up so slowly. This was different and so much more.
Golden sparks went off like fireworks behind her eyes, warring with the tears. I can’t breathe without you, Gorya. I’ll never be the same.
I haven’t been able to breathe without you since the moment I laid eyes on you. We belong together. The pair of us. Broken. Damaged. We work together. No matter what happens, we fit.
His tongue danced in her, and a storm of fireworks burst through her body, raining through her mind like colored stars. She didn’t know how to control that overwhelming need building and building inside her. Thunder roared in her ears. Forked lightning struck from her core to every sensitive nerve with each stab and lap of his tongue.
Gorya. Too much.
Feel how much I love you, baby. This is love. This is me loving you. Replacing those memories with our memories. Every stroke of my tongue is my way of telling you I worship the ground you walk on.