Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 140412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
“Do you still want to do them?” I gasp as his teeth close over my nipple and I can’t help myself. I grab the front of his shirt and give it a hard jerk, popping some of the buttons. He lifts his head and captures my gaze with his steely, intense one, and it’s as though he can stop time at will.
Before I know what’s happening, he lifts me off his lap and deposits me on the bed, kneeling between my legs. I scramble to unzip my jeans and shimmy them down my legs as he tears himself free of his shirt. He tosses it aside and helps me undress the rest of the way, his knuckles dragging against my flesh in his hurry to get my panties off.
I’m naked in front of him again, and it’s just as thrilling at the first time. Less humiliating, too, unless a thrall decides to burst in.
When I think about the purpose of that interruption, I feel a little sick. I force it out of my mind; there’s no reason I can’t have this diversion. Besides, he’s going to be my mate. I’m not doing anything wrong.
Even if I were, it wouldn’t matter. Because the moment Nathan slides down my body, hooks his arms under my knees and spreads my legs, I would let him do so many very wrong things to me. I squirm, overwhelmed by the anticipation building as he presses his mouth to my inner thigh.
“I need this,” he groans. “I need to taste you.”
I can barely speak, but I whisper urgently, “do it.”
He covers me with his mouth and parts my labia with his tongue. My hips buck involuntarily at the shocking wet against my own slickness and he grasps my hips in his big hands, pinning me to the mattress easily. I don’t bother to test against him; I know I’m helpless and I love it. I thread my fingers through his dark silk of his hair and tighten my grip, holding on as he makes gentle circles around my clit with his tongue.
My skin is electrified, sparks jumping from everything that touches me. His mouth, the stubble on his jaw, the duvet beneath me and even the air around us, everything hums with sensation, overwhelming me, writhing and snapping inside me until I shout my release with my sweat-slick thighs clamped around Nathan’s head. I’m so drunk on pleasure that when he rolls over and pulls me on top of him, the room spins. Or maybe it’s just the agility with which he’s able to pull me up with my knees on the bed and his head between them.
I shout in panicked overstimulation, but he holds me against his face, pushing his tongue deep into my pussy. My body shudders as I ride his tongue, insensate with the desire that climbs higher with every one of Nathan’s groans. He licks deep, tongue curling and uncurling inside me, coaxing more of my wetness out until we’re both sticky and panting. I pull at my nipples, my hips moving to the rhythm of his tongue inside me, his nose bumping my clit in firm passes. This time, when I break, I can’t make a sound. My mouth falls open and nothing but the rattle of my stuttering breath issues as I buck and twist.
He sits up and growls, “get on your hands and knees,” but I can’t get my bearings fast enough, so he pushes me into position. I hear his belt buckle and zipper and it’s all so startlingly like the dream I had about him that I’m momentarily afraid I’ll wake up.
But I can’t be dreaming the way it feels when the tip of his cock brushes me. I can’t just be imagining how he stretches me as he thrusts deep and stays there. My imagination isn’t this good.
He bites down on my shoulder, and I cry out, but he doesn’t relent, holding me there with his teeth as he slams into my body again and again, each slap of his hips against my ass punctuated with a low, wordless vocalization. An intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain and even some fear drives my own whimpers. He’s so much bigger than me, so much stronger than me, and more powerful in so many ways. But when I clench down on him, when I push back to meet him, he sounds like the helpless one.
I moan in dismay as he pulls out. Is it over, this soon? “Don’t stop!”
“I’m not.” He wraps me in his arms and drags me from the bed with him, boosting me up to wrap my legs around his waist as he stands. I cling to his shoulders and yelp in surprise when his cock spears into me again, and I’m held aloft while he lifts me up and down, driving his length deeper, harder.