Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
A bark of laughter escaped him, then Bannin snatched his hands around her waist and Sarya abruptly found herself on her back. “Have you forgotten the battering ram so quickly? You do wish to fight.”
He attempted to pin her arms over her head. Nimbly Sarya twisted away, then leapt for her prize—which had not deflated at all over the course of their sparring. Bannin caught her thigh and altered her course. Giggling, she shimmied out of his grip. He lunged after her, and though she’d not truly had any intention of fighting, her next attempt to take command of his sword instigated a wrestling contest that left her with a tangled bed stripped of its sheet, a side in stitches from laughing and lips swollen with kisses, and ended with them both turned around with his head between her thighs and his cock in her face.
Never one to waste an advantage, Sarya declared victory with her mouth. The force of his groan shivered against her hot flesh in the moment before his tongue glided over her swollen clit. Ecstasy shuddered through her, her moan muffled as she took him deeper, her hand working the length of his shaft that she couldn’t possibly take any farther past her lips. Oh, though she wished to. His cock was incredibly thick, as all of Bannin was, and utterly magnificent in its arousal. She’d never yearned for anything like she yearned to be filled with every inch.
She told him so in the moment she dragged her mouth away to suck in a breath. The confession made his erection jerk in her hand, then all control was lost, as she loved to see, as she’d hoped would be. No longer could he focus on her cunt. The instant her tongue touched his ruddy crown, he turned his face against her thigh. He gripped her ass, grunting against her soft skin when her mouth engulfed him again.
On the upward stroke, Bannin groaned that tortured groan that she loved so well. His hips pumped as she sucked him deeper, as deep as she could take him, nearly choking on the massive girth that seemed to grow harder and larger with every slide of her mouth down his length.
She was glorying in the salty taste of each drop that was a harbinger of his approaching release, when unexpectedly he bucked and rolled onto his back. Sarya clung to him, crying out when she felt his mouth upon her again, her legs widespread over his head, his stiffened tongue spearing up into her dripping sheath and thrusting in time with each downward stroke of her lips. Yet it was not long before he lost the rhythm, each lick wild and uncentered, his fingers digging into her ass, his groans ragged. Then he was simply rubbing his face into her wetness, his entire body bowing up off the bed and lifting her with it. His cock pulsed against her tongue, flooding her mouth with his seed.
Sarya could not hide her triumphant smile when the last shudder wracked his big frame. And this time she did not wrestle when he tossed her onto her back.
Bannin scowled down at her smug expression, his lips reddened, his jaw whiskered, his eyes burning. “You interrupted my courting, woman.”
Laughing, she parted her thighs. “You may proceed.”
And proceed, he did. So thoroughly that soon he was the one to look smug while she endeavored to catch her breath. Then he kissed her, just as thoroughly, and when Bannin finally eased back to her side, Sarya was certain that even if they’d fucked, she could not have felt more cherished and satisfied.
As she had been this full week. Never did Bannin put his own needs ahead of hers. And never did Bannin stop until he was certain she’d been well pleased.
Which recalled to her something she’d wondered about since the first day of his courtship. Idly stroking her fingers through the crisp hair on his chest, she asked, “They truly thought you selfish?”
“Hmm?”
“When you tested for the Horse Guards. They said you were too selfish?”
“They did.”
She frowned. Nothing of that word seemed to fit the man she’d come to know. “What did they mean by it?”
“It was those questions they ask. Whether I’d be able to put the safety of Galoth ahead of everything—even ahead of the people I love. I couldn’t say that I would. Never could I sacrifice someone I loved to save everyone else.”
She blinked at such a thought. “Neither could I.”
“Yet you passed the test.”
“I didn’t interpret it the same way. To me, the question was whether I would flee a battle with a monster to go and protect my family. I wouldn’t, because it would always be far better to fight with other warriors to destroy the threat before it ever reached my family’s door.”