Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
But here we were, back in my bedroom, the house pleasantly empty as the staff had all left as well. I could feel the tension leave me as I shut the door and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I exhaled the weary breath I’d been holding. And the longer I stood there, the more my body started to loosen… heat.
I thought about how strong Banner was, how powerful his body was when he was above me, behind me as he took me in a brutal, savage way, as he growled in a primal way, fucking me until I was sore between my thighs and his seed coated my inner thighs.
Gods, he always orgasmed so hard, came so much that I felt his seed slipping from my body even the following day.
And it turned me on, even now.
I bathed as quickly as possible, making sure to keep all scents out of the water and off my skin, knowing how much it turned Banner on smelling my natural aroma.
Knowing how hard it got him.
And with each passing moment, I grew more and more aroused until the very air brushing along my skin lit me up. I kept the towel wrapped around me, not bothering to get dressed, knowing it was time to show Banner he wasn’t the only one who had power.
I stepped out of the lavatory, expecting Banner to already be in bed or possibly stoking the fire in the mantle. But instead I found my mate twenty feet from where I stood, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, his chest pumping up and down from his exerted breathing.
And when I lowered my gaze down his wide, hard chest, I wasn’t surprised to see his huge erection pressing against his trews.
“Come here, lass,” he said low and deep and in a tone that had the fine hairs on my arms standing on end.
But I didn't move. This was about showing Banner I held power, too, that although he was a hundred times stronger than me physically, I could still make him weak. And so I stood there a second and just stared at him until finally his lip lifted in a smirk. Only then did I move, taking a step closer, and then closer still until I stood a foot from him and could smell the rich, dark scent that clung to him.
I felt my pussy become even wetter so much that I felt a line of my arousal slip down my inner thigh. I didn’t clench my legs, and instead widened my stance just a fraction so I knew he’d smell the concentrated aroma of my need for him.
“Mmm,” he groaned. “My female is hungry for me, isn’t she?”
I didn’t respond, just moved that short distance that separated us and sank to my knees. His eyes flared, his jaw clenched, and I watched the way his throat worked when he swallowed.
I’d surprised him. Good.
“Luna?”
“Shhh,” I whispered, and while staring into his eyes, I reached up and started working his trousers undone until the already hard, thick length of his cock sprang free and right into my waiting hand.
His flesh filled my palm in the most masculine ways, his dick overflowing in my grasp and making my pussy clench.
Neither one of us said anything, and the only thing I could hear was the racing of my heart and Banner’s frantic breathing. I started stroking him from root to tip, my fingers not able to touch as I gripped his girth, my mouth watering in preparation for trying to take all of that dick. But I was going to try. Gods help me, I was going to try.
I looked at his erection, the head flared and slightly darker than the rest of him, the slit at the tip already dripping pre-cum. I kept a slow, steady pace of moving my palm up and down his length, watching as his balls tightened visibly, hearing the hitch in his breath and the growl in his voice every time I twisted my hand when I got up to the tip.
In my peripheral vision, I could see how tightly his hands were clenched at his sides, his knuckles white, the scent of blood from his palms being cut open because of his claws filling the air and making me hungry for more than just his cock. But that’s not what right now was about.
I looked back into his face and watched as he opened his mouth. I knew he was about to question what was happening, maybe even talk me out of it, so before he could do that, I dragged my tongue over the slit nice and slowly.
His flavor exploded on my tongue, his flavor salty and musky and so addicting I wanted more. I’d only tasted him this way once before, but he’d been so frantic for me that all I’d managed was to suck on the head and swallow some of that delicious pre-cum before he hauled me up and plunged his cock deep in my pussy.