Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“Goddammit, baby. You’re fucking soaked for me.”
“Mmm,” she murmured against his mouth. The head of him aligned with the opening of her body, but before she allowed him entrance, she lifted up. “What about a condom?”
He cupped her cheek and ran the tip of his nose along hers. “If it makes you feel better, we can use one, but my kind doesn’t carry human diseases, Tatum.”
“What about pregnancy?” There was so much they needed to talk about, and although sex right now didn’t seem like the smartest thing to do at the moment, it was the only thing that kept her grounded. She needed to feel the man she had grown to care about moving inside her, reassuring her that he felt the same thing for her.
“I’d be able to tell if you were fertile, which you’re not.” His lips moved along hers. “Besides, when that time comes and we’re ready to take that next step, we will make that decision together.” One would think a conversation like this would turn her off, but it was clear Leo had thought about this, and that had the girl inside her swooning.
Not responding with words, Tatum wanted to show him that she was right there with him. Now, it was her turn to grip his cock and realign it with her opening. She lifted up slightly and lowered herself on him.
The feel of his cock filling her, of his length stretching her insides, had her eyes rolling back as pleasure washed through her. Hands on his muscular pecs, Tatum started rising and lowering on Leo. Hands landed on her hips, and his biceps bulged as he lifted her and brought her back down on him.
“That’s it, Tatum. Yes.” He drew the word out as he stared at her with half-lidded eyes. The desire on his face was thick and aimed directly at her. Tatum found a steady rhythm that had her panting in pleasure. Her skin became warm and damp, and strands of hair stuck to her face. Moving faster and harder on him, Tatum felt herself move closer to going over the edge.
She ground her pelvis against his, felt the root of his cock press on her clit. Shocks went through her, and she shook with the force of everything she felt. The fullness of Leo inside her, the way his big hands clenched her waist, all of it was enough that she threw her head back and moaned.
Her climax tore through her like a derailed train. Through her pleasure-induced fog that settled into her, Tatum heard Leo’s guttural groan of completion. The feel of his thick, hot cum filling her was so intense it set off another orgasm inside her.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t feel anything but this male. And one thing became clear as day—she’d gone and fallen for her lion shifter.
17
When Tatum’s legs gave up their strength and she could no longer move on top of him, Leo did all the work. For another several moments, he lifted her up and down his length until she collapsed on top of him.
In one fluid motion that she knew couldn’t possibly be human, Leo was off the ground and had his arms wrapped around her. With her eyes closed, she didn’t know where he planned on going, but she didn’t have the mental power to open them to find out.
It was when she felt him descending stairs then the chilled air of his basement apartment that she finally opened her eyes. He laid her back on his bed and hovered over her, doing nothing but stare at her.
“You are so beautiful.” His fingers trailed over her eyebrow in a gentle sweep. He moved it down her cheek and over her lips. Back and forth, he moved his thumb over her bottom lip.=
Tatum parted her lips and stroked her tongue over the pad. The way his eyes darkened and the feel of his cock thickening against her thigh told her she was playing with fire. It was dangerous, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
“I could take you all night long, baby.” He kissed her, but it wasn’t with the heat she saw in his expression. “But we need to talk.”
He was right, of course.
“There are so many other things we can do besides talk.” She nipped at his strong chin and loved the sound of his deep chuckle.
“You might just be the death of me.” He kissed her once more, but to her disappointment, he rolled off her and propped himself up on his elbow, staring down at her.
There were so many things rolling around in her head she wanted to ask him, now that the seriousness of what happened settled inside her. “I guess we should just start from the beginning.” It was strange that even though she had seen some stuff that would be classified as fucked up, she could only see the man she had grown to care about. His deep exhale had her rising up and turning toward him. He lay back and propped his hands behind his head, his focus now on the ceiling.