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)
There would be no stopping, not unless he could see or feel that she was becoming terrified. She needed to see what loving a partner was—giving pleasure to them generously. He wasn’t expecting anything back. Hell, at this point, it didn’t matter to him if she ever touched him. More than anything, he felt as if his entire future was centered on this one moment. He needed success.
He continued petting her clit, a relentless caress that kept her focus centered on her body. His entire focus was on her and her reactions. Her heightened color and breathing. He breathed in her whimpers. The sounds were music to him. She began to writhe against the sheets, slipping and sliding in a kind of mindless pleasure. The friction of her soft body rubbing against his hard cock sent shocking waves of heat down his spine, but he kept his attention centered on her.
He leaned closer to her again, his breath in her ear connecting them in the same way his fingers connected them as he caressed her in her most intimate place. “My little treasure.” He meant Maya, the woman, as well as her clit. “No other man will ever have the pleasure of seeing you like this. You only give yourself to me.”
Her lashes fluttered as if they were too heavy to lift, but he wanted her to see him. See who gave her bliss. Ecstasy. He would do that for her every time. No other. He brushed kisses over her small shell of an ear. “You’re so wet for me. That’s all you, Maya. That’s not Wraith. That’s Maya needing Gorya.”
You’re taking your sweet time about it.
Impatience was in her mind, and he had to work to prevent himself from smiling. My woman is always in a hurry. It’s best not to hurry these things.
Another whimper escaped. Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow, her pale hair shimmering in the light spilling through the window. He was in her mind, so he could feel the building of her impending orgasm. So close yet still hovering just beyond her grasp. She didn’t even know exactly what she was reaching for—only that she needed it more than her next breath.
I don’t know what to do, Gorya.
That was what he’d been waiting for all along, that whispered admission. Maya needed to ask him. To trust him. She wanted to follow their silly step one and step two because it made her feel safe. He made her feel safe. She let him touch her intimately because she trusted that he would guide her body to absolute euphoria, and he had every intention of doing so.
When I tell you, baby, you’re going to let go. Give me all control. Sex isn’t about control. It’s beautiful and messy and should be absolute bliss. Trust me to keep you safe.
She closed her eyes, and he immediately lifted his fingers away from between her legs, although he continued to stroke his hand along the inside of her thigh. The moment he stopped, she gave a little keening cry and her long lashes lifted instantly.
“Eyes on me, Maya. Keep your eyes on me.”
Once more he settled the pad of his thumb over her clit, caressing tenderly. This time he very gently slid a finger along her wet entrance. Her eyes widened and the hand on his wrist tightened, but she didn’t attempt to stop him. Her hips lifted slightly off the sheets as she moaned his name. He curled one finger into that hot, tight, oh-so-wet slit. He didn’t see how his cock would ever fit in there, but it wanted to try. Against her hip, his shaft jerked hard, pulsing and raging to be in that tight, hot channel.
Gorya ruthlessly shut down all thoughts going in that direction to concentrate on bringing his woman an explosive orgasm. He wanted her first to be spectacular. Rockets going off. Start off slow and keep building and building in waves. He wouldn’t be finished—this was just the start—but it was step seventy, not seventy-one.
Her gaze clung to his as the heat coiled into a massive fist. He used his fingers and thumb with merciless intent, driving her up until she peaked. Her mouth formed a round O, eyes going wide, gaze clinging to his for an anchor as her body found release for the first time. The orgasm washed over her in waves, flowing through her, shooting her toward the stars, but she was bound to Gorya, safe with him.
She gave a soft little cry—no screams, but he hadn’t expected her to scream. That wouldn’t be like Maya. Her breathy whimpers and pleas, the intimacy of her demands in his mind, were sexy and just for him. He licked his fingers, looking down into her dazed eyes as she stared up at him with a shocked look on her face.