Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 121389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
As he pulled off his blazer, she threw off his jacket.
He was only three buttons into unbuttoning his shirt when she kicked off her trainers and tore her dress off over her head. Her bra joined the pile of clothing a heartbeat later. His brain just … shut down.
She was …
Mouth dry, he swallowed, unable to take his eyes off her as she walked toward him, her breasts bouncing a little with each step. She stopped when almost to him and raised her hands to squeeze her own breasts, her lips plump and her pupils dilated. “Ivan, I need your touch.”
Ivan needed no further instructions.
Snapping out of his frozen state, he covered the distance between them in a single stride and hauled her against him, one hand on the back of her neck, the other splayed on her lower back.
When she gasped, he fought to think. “Was I too rough?”
A small growl in answer, before his changeling lover hooked her legs around his waist with a single jump, her claws kneading lightly at his shoulders as she nipped at his throat. Ivan’s erection was a thing of stone by now, rigid almost beyond bearing, but her lips, her teeth, her mouth as she explored his throat threatened to push him over the edge.
“I don’t have control,” he gritted out.
Wild eyes holding his. “Neither do I.” A tearing sound, his shirt in shreds around them.
Ivan protected his clothes. They were important. Except now. Now, he just wanted to be naked. Groaning as Soleil pasted herself against his bare chest and claimed his lips for a kiss, he palmed her buttocks with one hand and walked them toward the bed while they kissed.
A rational part of his mind knew that he was probably technically very bad at the skill, but Soleil didn’t seem to care. She devoured him, and he devoured her in turn, and all the while, her thighs gripped his hips, as if she’d climb him. Ride him.
Soleil ripped away her mouth, her lips wet in the aftermath. “God, yes. I want to ride you into oblivion.”
Another transfer through their bond.
Pulling her head back to his with a hand fisted in the softness of her hair, he kissed her hard and deep, using all the things he’d learned in the first round. When she bit lightly at his lip and pushed at his shoulders, he released her directly onto the bed. He knew what she wanted, could see it in his mind. Flashes of his body, of his skin, of his erect penis.
His hands shook as he tried to undo his belt. “Fuck.” Ivan rarely swore; it was about control, about maintaining discipline—but he didn’t have any today.
When Soleil got up on her hands and knees and crawled across the bed to kneel in front of him, her face at eye level with his abdomen, he forgot to breathe. “Lei.” Fisting his hand in her hair again, he let her take over, let her undo his belt, lower his zipper with care over the steely outline of his erection.
Black, his mind went black.
When he stumbled back from her, she made a rumbling sound in her throat that was very much a growl. But he couldn’t be close to her and not break. And he didn’t want this over. Kicking off his shoes and socks, he tore off what remained of his clothing.
His erection jutted out, wet at the tip.
Soleil was off the bed and on him before he saw her move.
Changeling.
Cat.
Taking him to the ground in a tumble he controlled so she wouldn’t hit the floor first, she rubbed her body against his, his erection captured between her thighs, sliding between her slick folds. And he realized she must’ve torn off her own panties.
His back arched, his eyes threatening to roll back in his head. Gripping her hips, he shifted her so that she was astride him. Then he said, “Take me.” Because he was hers, had been hers from the moment she walked out of the forest.
Primal eyes but tender fingers brushing over his lips, she didn’t draw it out. Neither one of them was in any mood for slow. Slow would hurt today. Moving into position, she pressed a kiss to his throat … and then she took him. With a wild possessiveness that left him with fine claw marks on his chest and a passionate tenderness that had her hair cocooning them in softness as she kissed him even as her body moved with erotic abandon.
His brain had no pathways to process this experience, so he just gave in and surrendered to her. To his cat who owned him, body and soul. And when his spine locked, his entire body turning to stone before it broke into a million splintered stars, she fell over the edge with him, her cry high and her head thrown back to reveal the line of her neck.