Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 163328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 653(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 653(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
I knew he would find me. Never doubted it. I shouldn’t have run from him two years ago. I’d been too narrow-minded, too narrow-hearted to hear him, to understand his tragedy in loving two people.
I’d been wrong.
His finger circled my center, never dipping, never entering. The motion was exquisite, overwhelmingly tender, lulling me under his sensual spell.
The heat of his body made my breaths tumble, and his heavenly scent wrapped me in memories of home. My home on Jade, surrounded by the sun and sea, with Priest at my side and the aroma of his skin in my lungs—hot and male, leather and sin, everything I craved—imprisoning my senses, possessing me.
He owned me, and he proved it with a single finger as it descended upon my clitoris. His caress enveloped the erectile bud with perfect pressure, diabolical warmth, and uncanny rhythm. Every particle of my being gravitated to him, captivated.
I imagined us together on another plane, in a different realm, united, intertwined, untouchable. Safe. I yearned for the feel of his lips, the beat of his heart, and the security of his arms around me. But I couldn’t have those things. Not here, where I played the part of a woman paying the price for killing his father.
How much time was left?
My gaze drifted toward Madwulf, but Priest grabbed my throat, forcing my eyes to his.
“Give me your come, Bennett.” He rubbed his finger through my growing slickness, arousing and stimulating my body with extraordinary mastery.
But it was that raw, devoted gaze that held me immobile. He loved me with an intensity and forcefulness that ruled him. It was there in his eyes—his instinctual attraction to me, selfless affection, and divine magnetism that went beyond science and nature.
His love was the impetus that opened me to his touch, relaxed me in a way I didn’t think possible. I felt the give in my body, the languid loosening of inner muscles beneath the strong, deep throb of desire. A rush of heat rolled forth, my cunt clenching and sucking to be filled and satisfied.
If he were to sink his finger in now, he would find all the drenched proof he needed. But he stayed with my clitoris, working it into a swollen, thrumming knot.
I hovered on the edge, rising, trembling, panting, rocking against his hand, and chasing the high. I couldn’t quite get to the ultimate peak. I was close enough to feel the shimmering edges of it, but relief danced just beyond reach.
“Bennett,” Priest breathed against the gag in my mouth. “The commodore has a rather large erection in his breeches.”
Unbidden, I moaned at the mental image, my attention turning to Ashley. I didn’t look at him, but my God, I heard him.
His shallow breaths seethed past the cloth in his mouth. At first, I thought it was rage. But after a closer listen, I detected a low, nearly imperceptible groan. A hungry, continuous groan. It didn’t make sense.
Except it did. He understood the stakes, knew I had to achieve climax, and sensed I was close. He was feeding off my arousal and growing hard because he was in this with me, joining the fight instead of fighting against me.
I rebounded off that knowledge, imagining him stiff and engorged in his breeches. Another swamp of heat flooded between my legs.
Priest slid his finger downward and hooked the tip just inside. From there, he slowly circled the sensitive inner rim of my opening, stirring, escalating the hum of sensations. I felt my arousal dribble out, and Christ almighty, it turned me on knowing he felt it, too.
Like a cable pulling too taut, the pressure inside me snapped, shattered, and came crashing down in a glittering shower of star-shine. I threw my head back and moaned as loud as I could past the rag.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, his finger swirling lazily, stroking me through the twitching, muscle-heating spasms.
His arm supported my back as I sagged, the hand between my leg still concealed by the shirt. Did we do it in time? My gaze shot to the hourglass on Madwulf’s thigh.
Only half the sand had trickled through.
Five minutes.
If Priest wasn’t a god, he was damn near close. The entire room held its breath, waiting for proof. No believers here?
“Forgive me for this.” Priest moved his mouth against my ear in a hush. “And for everything that comes next.”
I’d already forgiven him, but his words made me tense.
He pushed his finger all the way inside me, collecting my arousal as it leaked out over his knuckle. Then he shoved me off his lap as if he couldn’t stand the sight of me.
I fell against Ashley, the rope tearing into my wrists. With a furious yelp around the gag, I twisted and jerked into a better position, hoping my drama appeared genuine.
No one paid attention, for every head in the room tracked Priest as he approached their captain. Extending his soaked finger, he held it out for Madwulf’s inspection.