Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 139934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 700(@200wpm)___ 560(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 700(@200wpm)___ 560(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Then he was kneeling between her legs, the broad crown nearly swallowed by her body. Watching his thick cock disappear into her was so sensual he could barely breathe. Her body stretched around his, straining to accommodate his size. He couldn’t look away from that beauty.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ashe. This is. You. Me. The two of us together. Tell me this isn’t what you want.”
Her head thrashed back and forth, her eyes dazed yet excited. He waited, breathing deeply, until she focused on him. “Tell me what you feel right now.”
“Burning. You’re so big. It’s like my body is saying you can’t possibly and at the same time, you can’t stop. I won’t make it if you stop.” She didn’t hesitate to tell him. She didn’t pretend she wasn’t as desperate for him as he was for her. “You have to move, Timur. Right now. I need you to move.”
“You going to run the minute you get the chance?” Holding still was so difficult. Only half his cock was in her, and looking down on that was amazing. Sensual. So damned sexy he thought he might really blow it and explode.
“Yes. God, yes. You would try to rule me.”
“That’s what you’re afraid of?” He slid another inch into that slick, liquid heat. She bathed him in a fiery honey. So good. He counted her heartbeats right through his cock.
“Yes.”
Because she told the truth, he rewarded her with another inch. His entire body screamed at him that he needed more. He needed all of him buried deep. He needed to be moving, not slow, not savoring, but hard and fast until that ultimate explosion came.
“I will rule you, Ashe,” he admitted. “I’ll tell you what to do and you’ll give me that snippy look you have and tell me what to do. It’s going to be the best of the best. And we’ll have this, any time, day or night. How would you ever do without my cock buried in you just like this?” He took himself home, plowing through those tight folds, her muscles gripping at him, creating an unbelievable friction.
He caught her hips, holding her still while he plunged in and out of her. Her little gasps and the way she gripped his cock like a vise nearly had him losing control immediately. He breathed deeply, holding back, wanting to keep this time for as long as possible. Her fingers slid down the front of her, right to their joining, brushing his cock every time he withdrew. Each touch sent fire burning down his spine.
His fingers dug into her hips. Her nails bit deeply into his shoulders. Her breath hitched again. Her lips parted. The moment they did, he had a vision of his cock sliding between them, of that beautiful bow stretched around him. The image sent a firestorm burning out of control through his entire body and he slammed into her. Deep. Hard. Over and over, riding her as if there was no tomorrow.
Her body clamped down hard on his. Her muscles felt like strong fingers milking his cock. There was no stopping the eruption. It blasted out of him, a frenzied storm that sent his seed rocketing into her, splashing against the walls of her sheath, mixing with her hot honey, coating them both in their combined sex. He felt brutal. He felt savage. He felt like a primitive, possessive male staking his claim.
“I want you forever. Not for fifteen minutes. Not for an hour. Not for a day. It has to be forever.” He collapsed over top of her, keeping his hips wedged between her thighs, his cock buried deep, feeling every aftershock, every ripple, bathing in the hot combination of the two of them. “Do you really think I would let you go after this?”
“It’s sex, Timur,” she whispered, circling his neck with her arms.
“Fuck, baby, no one has this kind of sex. You don’t throw something like this away.”
“It will go away eventually. Then what? What will we have then?”
“I’ll be eighty and still want you, woman. Why do you keep wanting to run from me?” He bit down hard on her shoulder, deliberately leaving his mark.
Ashe yelped and tried to pull away. He didn’t allow it, easily holding her still. “You’d better get over this phase fast, because we’re too good together to call this just sex.”
“I don’t know you at all.”
“You’re beginning to know me. You know me enough to be a little afraid of me.”
“That’s not a good thing. Why do you say that like it’s a good thing?”
“Because you know we need to talk things out. I respond to talking. You run, and you know I’ll come after you.” He felt the little shiver that went through her body.
The problem was that female leopards liked to lead their males around for a few days. Sometimes a week or more. They would get amorous, rubbing their bodies enticingly along trees, leaving their alluring scent on everything in an effort to draw in the male. Once he responded, she rebuffed him, cuffing him with her claws, snarling and lashing out. He thought of his woman that way, just as moody and as demanding as her leopard. She had no intentions of committing to him. He knew that was fear.