Shadow Flight Read online Christine Feehan (Shadow #5)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Shadow Series by Christine Feehan
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Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 144832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
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The tight erect buds standing up on her breasts called to him, and he reached down and caught her left one, first using his thumb to strum it, and then he flicked it before catching it between his finger and thumb and clamping down for just a moment. He watched her face the entire time. Watched the way she took the small sting and the blood rushing back when he let her loose. Color swept up her body and between her legs, fresh liquid glistened.

“You’re so perfect, Nicoletta. Can you take more of me?” He pulled back to let her breathe. She gave him a wicked smile and lifted her right breast as she leaned into him, widening her mouth as he pushed his cock toward her lips.

His thumb strummed and flicked and then he pinched her nipple, this time pushing deeper as her breath hitched. More of his cock slid into her mouth and he felt the narrowing. The roof of her mouth. The velvet of her tongue. The suction. The cage of teeth. His heavy vein pulsed with his heartbeat as his cock bore its way into that exquisite tunnel. Another inch.

“I’m not going to be able to stop in another minute, tesoro,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. He was barely able to control his hips. Already he was thrusting into her mouth. Small little pushes, but he had promised himself he wouldn’t take any control. His fingers had already fisted in her hair, holding her head tipped back and still. His other hand was wrapped around her throat so he could feel her heartbeat, that rapid rhythm that beat for him. It was possible, if she could do it, that he would feel the invasion of the thick bulge of his cock. The thought was exciting. His cock in her throat. Would she swallow him down? Swallow his semen? Take him that deep into her? Be that intimate with him?

He hoped he was man enough to stop when she said no. He needed her to tell him now. This minute, while he still had his sanity. Those dark chocolate eyes never stopped looking at him. Never once looked away. She didn’t hesitate. She actually swallowed, the sensation like a wet massage, constricting him like a vise, and then she relaxed and did it again and again. All the while she breathed through her nose. As she did so, he watched more of his cock slip into her mouth, and under his palm he felt that monster like an invader, working its way into her. Deep. His woman.

His balls drew up in a frenzy. The volcano was a fiery mass of hot magma and then he couldn’t think, only feel, as his body took over. He’d never experienced anything like she gave him, the release explosive, rocketing through his entire body, a wild ride that flung him somewhere into outer space. The orgasm encompassed every cell in his body, a violent, brutal eruption as jet after jet of semen was wrung from him.

Taviano was barely aware of anything but mind-numbing pleasure, that hot, wet cavern, the constriction, the ease and the lap of her tongue, so gentle, an exquisite torture. He collapsed across the bed, desperate to find his air, his lungs refusing to work, his mind nearly frozen. He was aware of Nicoletta moving, but he couldn’t even turn his head to see what she was doing, he was that far gone, something that had never happened in his life. He felt thoroughly drained, thoroughly sated—and he hadn’t even been inside her yet.

On that thought came another, his mind beginning to slowly function again. Too slow. He groaned, rolled over and buried his face in the duvet. This was supposed to be for Nicoletta. All for her. An introduction to lovemaking, not just sex, but real love between a man and a woman. He wanted to show her something selfless. Unconditional. Give her something, her first real orgasm, a beautiful, loving gift between a husband and a wife. She had admitted she had perfected her oral sex techniques—just as he had—in order to avoid anything else.

He groaned into the duvet and then hit it with his bunched fist. Thumped the mattress twice. Had he played right into her hands? He hadn’t planned to make love to her. He wanted her to choose when the time was right, but had she decided to ensure that he didn’t touch her by falling back on a tried-and-true method? He detested that. He didn’t want to be in the same category as her step-uncles, or Benito Valdez, a man she thought she had to control with her mouth.

The mattress dipped and he felt her crawling up onto the bed beside him. Her hand slid up his bare back. It was an intimate gesture and surprised him. Nicoletta rarely touched him of her own accord.


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