Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
She peels the vest apart, exposing my entire chest, and sits back with her hands on her thighs. Nyssa lets out a huff of breath as her eyes roam my entire torso. “You’re really beautiful.”
I almost snort because it’s a weak word to describe me, but I can’t deny that her enjoyment of my physical appearance turns me on.
Her hands glide over my chest, pressing into my muscles, and her fingertips circle my nipples. My body tightens from the tingles of pleasure she leaves behind, and I’m shocked so light and innocent a touch even registers.
Nyssa scoots down to my thighs so she can access the laces of my leather pants, and my cock starts to thicken. I try to force it to behave because I want to see exactly what she will do to me in my natural state.
It’s a bit beyond my fae superstrength, though, when she bites her lower lip with every lace that comes free and she reveals a little more of me.
“Lift your hips,” she says, scooting back a bit more.
My pants are molded to my body, so if I want her to free me, I have to help. I do as she asks, and she pulls and tugs, working the material down over my hips.
When my cock is freed, it’s already half hard, and apparently Nyssa has found a true weakness within me. My body wants her with very little effort on her part.
I see no triumph on her face as she stares at it for what seems like forever. Only hunger, and fuck if that doesn’t make it thicken more.
She takes me in her hand, and I let out a long breath. Palming me gently, she glides her other fingers over the top, ever so soft. She doesn’t squeeze or stroke, but only offers butterfly touches that drive me fucking crazy. Nyssa watches in awe as my dick submits to her gentleness and becomes fully erect.
Throbbing, actually, and I grit my teeth. If she doesn’t do something soon, going to have to throw her on her back and—
Nyssa squeezes, and my hips buck at the sensation. She starts to stroke, and I go dizzy.
I’ve been jacked before and had more mouths on my dick than I can recollect, but I don’t ever recall anything feeling more pleasurable than her small hand working me.
It’s when she leans forward and her breath blows across my skin that I’m somewhat afraid of what I might feel. When her tongue touches me for the softest little taste, my hands curl into fists so tightly, I feel my bones splinter from the force and they burn as they regenerate and heal.
When she takes me into the hot depths of her mouth, I know nothing is ever going to be the same.
My control only lasts about ten strokes of her tongue before I’m going berserk with need and I’m jerking her off me. She cries out in protest, and it’s adorable as she glares with her lips all wet and puffy.
I will all of our clothing away, roll her to her back, and plunge into her. She’s so fucking wet.
Nyssa gasps, and I feel her body ripple around me as she adjusts to the invasion. I pump into her hard, my wings spreading to stretch and ease some of the tension within me.
My mouth slams onto hers, and I quiet her moans with my tongue. With my hands, I force her legs around my hips and when she locks tight, I use my great wing span to lift us off the bed.
Long, lazy strokes propel us gently upward. I keep my mouth on Nyssa’s and my arms wrapped around her back, while my hips drive my cock into her.
I fly us up, the ceiling soaring far above us still, and turn toward the wall.
When her back touches the cool stone, she gasps and wrenches away from the kiss. I hold still inside her as she looks at the ground thirty feet below, and her arms and legs tighten around me.
I grin as her eyes come back to me, my wings flapping in slow movements to keep us hovering with her pressed into the wall.
My hips move, resuming a steady thrust, and Nyssa’s eyes flutter. I angle my wings, using their strength and lift to slam harder into her.
Push her solidly against the wall so I have leverage to fuck her deeper.
“Amell,” she groans, her nails sinking into my shoulders just above my wings. “I can’t…”
“You can,” I assure her. “You’re strong.”
Her head falls forward to my chest and I curl around her, hips thrusting as I have one palm under her ass, the other pressed against the back of her head. My wings push against the air holding us above the bed, but as my orgasm builds, I don’t know that I can concentrate enough to keep us aloft.