Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Maybe that part was a dream, too. R’jaal has been a prince to me, so him slicing me with his knife and shoving a worm into my arm doesn’t strike me as something he’d do. I flex my hand, checking my arm a second time, but there’s nothing and I don’t feel strange.
I feel pretty damn good, actually. Better than good.
“Was there something in the mushrooms?” I ask R’jaal when he returns, because maybe I’m hallucinating. That would explain so much.
He moves to my side and puts his hands on my shoulders, then cups my face. I moan again, lost in the bliss of his touch. My god, why am I so hard up that a guy touching me feels incredible? “There is nothing in the mushrooms, I promise you.” He strokes my cheek, watching me with that intense, fascinated gaze. “The others will go up ahead a ways to give us privacy. I made them understand that you need me.”
“Me?” I clench my thighs together again, my pussy aching. “I mean, maybe? Definitely? Actually…yes. Definitely yes.”
His thumb skims over my lower lip and I follow that touch, turning my head because I don’t want him to move away. “Then may I take care of you?”
“Oh god, yes.”
R’jaal grins at me, and it occurs to me that I haven’t kissed his wonderful, pretty mouth just yet. I haven’t kissed that smile. And now that I realize that I really, really need to.
“Wait,” I breathe. “Can we kiss first? Do you even know what a kiss is?”
He blinks in surprise, and I realize it’s just now occurring to him that we haven’t kissed, either. A look of shy pleasure crosses his face. “You wish to mouth-mate with me?”
If I had panties on, they’d absolutely be dropping at the word mouth-mate. “I do. So much.”
R’jaal moves in close, lowering his head to kiss me. I whimper as his lips gently brush over mine, and then he makes a hungry sound deep in his throat. In the next moment, he’s devouring me, his kiss as achingly thorough as it is scorching. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming mine, and it feels like a mouth-mating, all right. He pins me to the stone wall and plunders my mouth, fucking it with strokes of his tongue that make my pussy clench reflexively each time.
I whimper when he finally lifts his head and gazes down at me, my face still cradled in his grip. “More?”
“Soon,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking over my lower lip again.
I suck on the tip of it, watching him as I do, and letting him know that I am absolutely down for whatever he has in mind.
R’jaal watches me mouth his thumb with fascination, and then shakes himself free. “I will make you feel good,” he promises, kissing my shoulder and lowering his body.
“I already feel pretty good…except I think I’m losing my mind,” I tell him, panting with need. It’s so hard to focus when he’s so damn delicious and near and touching me, but I need to say this. “I had a dream you struck me with your knife and a blue worm crawled up my arm.”
“That was no dream, my sweet R’slind.” He kisses down my front, cupping one of my breasts and then moves lower, kissing my belly.
“I—what?” It’s hard to concentrate when it’s obvious he’s about to go down on me.
“You trust me? Then trust me when I say it will all be explained soon. Let me pleasure you. Let me bring you relief.” And he hitches one of my thighs over his shoulder, stroking it as he does.
“Is that why I’m vibrating?” I cry, even as he pushes up the hem of my tunic and his mouth immediately seeks out my clit. “Oh fuck, yes, right there, R’jaal. I need this so much.”
“I know you do,” he murmurs against my skin, and then his tongue is tracing little teasing circles around my too-sensitive clit. “I am here for you. I will take care of you, my R’slind. I will make this so good for you.”
He guides my hand to his horn and then puts his on my hips, holding me up for his mouth again. His tongue moves over my pussy, stroking through my slick heat before moving up to tease my clit again. He continues to hold me up, and I’m vaguely aware of him lifting me with both his hands and I settle my other leg over his shoulder, too. Now I’m hanging in mid-air, my back pressed to the stone wall as R’jaal lavishes my pussy with attention.
His tongue strokes down to the entrance of my body, his nose pressing against my clit, and I shake with need when he pushes into me. Oh fuck, he’s tonguing me from the inside. I shudder against him as his movements take on increased urgency, because I love how hungry he is for me. R’jaal groans as his tongue slicks back up to my clit, and then he’s pulling me forward even as he falls backward. With a muffled yelp, I collapse to the floor, practically suffocating the poor man with my pussy. “Sorry!”