Total pages in book: 172
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Sevastyan dipped his head low to kiss the wounds on Flambé’s shoulder, wondering why Flambé would be afraid of him. What she would fear. She didn’t fear being tied in the rope when she was the most vulnerable. That was when she was the most honest of all.
“I love that you’re so sensitive,” he whispered, his thumb sliding over her nipple. “When I clamp you, you shudder with pleasure. Your entire body responds.”
“I don’t, not all the time. Sometimes the smallest sensation and I burn. I know that’s why I need sex all the time. Even fabric against my skin can make me start to burn. It’s the worst. Or my hair falling down my back, which is why I try to wear it up all the time.”
She was giving him all kinds of ammunition, things he could use to help her, but things, when they were playing erotic Kinbaku together, he could use to add to her sexual needs. He slid one hand lower, to her belly, massaged there while his other played with her breast. He understood now why she liked rough. Why she responded to a rougher touch and not a gentle one.
“Sometimes if I wear a thong, the types of lace between my cheeks will start to rub and then this fire starts building until I need something or someone to put it out. I don’t understand why I’m like this. I tried to talk to other strawberry leopards, the females, but they didn’t want to talk about it. They would burst into tears and turn away, so my guess is we’re all the same. It has to be our skin, our nerve endings too close to the surface or something.”
She pressed her hand over her other breast and rocked her hips harder. When that didn’t help, she tried to close her legs as if she could rub her thighs together, but he had her on his lap and he kept his legs wide, preventing her from getting relief that way. His hand slid lower, massaging her mound, his knuckles dipping low to rub her wet lips and then back up to trail through her tight curls.
“I need sex all the time.” There was a small sob in her voice and she pressed her face tight against his chest.
“You’ve got me now, Flambé. You don’t have to go to bars every night, or try to find someone to help you out during the day. I just happen to have a voracious sex drive, as you well know. We were meant to be.” He let a ghost of a smile creep into his tone.
Her hand slid down his arm to grasp his wrist. Once again, she tried to push his fist between her legs. He didn’t let her. Instead, he put his mouth against her ear. “Tell me what you want, malen’koye plamya.”
Her entire body trembled. “You know that’s so hard for me. To ask for anything sexual.”
“You weren’t listening properly, baby, and if you were in the ropes, you would be waiting a long time before you’d get relief, but you’re in a terrible state so I’ll let you figure it out. Think about what I said to you.” He had made it a command. In the bedroom, he commanded.
She hesitated. “I still need your cock, Sevastyan.”
It was a whisper, in that husky voice that reminded him of his cock down her throat. Every time he heard her speak in that tone, images and feelings immediately rose of the spectacular fireworks she’d produced in his body. There was no one like Flambé. No other match for him.
Her head tilted back and her eyes filled with dark lust, somewhere between gold and green. His cock was already aware with the cats so close and both females throwing off enough hormones to bring every leopard snarling and fighting for a mate within a hundred miles running to them. Still, he waited.
Her tongue moistened her dry lips. His seed was all over her face, shiny, beginning to dry. She was a mess but sexy as hell to a shifter who needed a woman willing to have the kind of dirty sex he needed. He was voracious in his appetites and kinks. He wanted one woman but he wanted her devoted to him. Willing to indulge him.
“Please.”
His heart felt as if a vise squeezed it hard. “You need me, baby, you know I’m yours.” Very gently, his hands went to her waist and he lifted and turned her so her body faced his. “Straddle me.”
Blood from Shturm’s puncture wounds still trickled down her shoulders, but she hadn’t even seemed to notice that he’d reclaimed the female, or that part of her extreme sensitivity was due to her cat being close. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and held him steady as she slowly sank down, sheathing him in her tight folds. She threw her head back as her burning folds engulfed him.