Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
“Sirens, your beauty,” he growled.
I then gasped, for Aramus flipped me and got to his knees between my legs.
In a trice, gone was his waistcoat.
In a blink, he’d pulled off his shirt.
His wide chest with that expanse of smooth, dark skin, the swells, the dips, the peaks of his nipples.
Phenomenal.
But too far away.
I pushed up to take a nipple in my mouth.
Before I succeeded in this endeavor, my husband pushed me down and did what I wanted to do to him to me. He fed my nipple into his mouth with a stroke of his tongue and then he drew.
The searing sensation that fired from nipple to between my legs had me arching off the bed, lacing my fingers at the back of his head, holding him to me, demanding more.
“Aramus,” I moaned.
He lifted up, taking possession of my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside, as he grabbed my hand and pressed it flat against his crotch.
Oh.
My.
All of that was mine?
I whimpered into his mouth.
“See what you do to me,” he growled in mine.
I didn’t see.
I felt.
But I wanted to see.
And so much more.
“Aramus—”
“Yes.”
“I want to see—”
“Yes,” he grunted.
He then pulled away and I scrambled to my knees, raining kisses on his shoulders, the back of his neck, running my hands down his sturdy arms as he sat on the edge of the bed and tugged off boots, socks…
He stood and turned to me, his hands at the belt of his trousers.
I reached out, running my fingers over the silken, heated skin of his chest, but my head was bent.
I so very much wanted to see.
He unbuckled then unbuttoned his trousers…
And then he sprang free, long, thick, proud.
By Medusa.
So, so beautiful.
And all mine.
The heat of me saturated, my mouth watered, my head dipped…
He kicked his trousers away and I had his hands under my arms.
I gave a mew of protest when I was up for nary a second before I landed on my back.
And my panties were gone.
I stopped protesting.
His hands ran down the insides of my thighs, spreading them, and I quivered, staring at the hunger on his face as his eyes roved all over me.
“Please, please, please,” I chanted.
“Please, fuck, please,” he gritted, his fingers drifting back up and trailing through my wet.
Oh, that felt nice.
I whimpered.
At the feel of me ready, the hunger in his face bloomed and I hooked the back of his thigh with my heel in an effort to bring him to me.
He put a hand to the bed beside me, arm straight…
And his eyes to mine.
“I wanted to make this more,” he grunted.
“It’s perfect,” I assured.
“I want to make it splendor.”
“Aramus—”
“Ha-Lah, it needs to be—”
I lifted both hands and caught him at the back of his neck, pulling myself up, my eyes locked to his.
“Husband, take…your…wife,” I commanded.
He growled unintelligibly, I felt that noise drive up inside me like a physical thing, and thankfully I also felt him shift.
He was at my entrance.
So close.
So very close.
And then with a sure, smooth glide, he filled me.
Oh, how he filled me.
And we were one.
One.
Complete.
Perfect.
“Yes,” I breathed, using my hands to pull him down to me.
He lowered at my pull, took my mouth, and I had his shaft and his tongue.
Divine.
He glided in and out, oh gods, beauty, and I wrapped my legs around his arse, digging in, holding on.
He glided faster, harder.
Better.
“More,” I begged against his lips.
He nipped my bottom one and growled, “I live to please my queen.”
He was doing that.
By the all the bounty of the seas, he was doing that.
He gave me more.
“Faster, darling,” I entreated.
My husband went faster.
By the gods.
Faster.
By the gods.
With one hand clamped to the back of his neck, my nails on the other one digging into his spine, the walls of me pulsing around his shaft as I took him and took him, and more, and faster, I heard the animal noise he made just as I cried out, all that he’d built inside cresting.
And I broke through, surfing an ecstasy I did not know was to be had.
And then it scoured through me, like a cleansing, sheer bliss so pure, so intense, it was excruciating, it was rapture, and it felt like the entire boat rocked with it.
“Husband,” I whispered, clenching him to me every way I could.
“Wife,” he grunted, thrusting fiercely, then his head jerked back, teeth gritted.
He seethed between them before his hips pounded into mine, stayed there, grinding deeply.
And the King of the Sea roared.
Frey Drakkar
Beach Beside the Triton Sea
OFF THE WEST COAST OF FIRENZE
“What on…”?
Frey Drakkar turned his head to his wife.
He then turned his head to the direction where his wife was staring.
That was when he stared.
It started with drifters.
But then it became crowds.
Finnie and he joined them.
He felt Apollo and Maddie fall in step at his side.
They stopped with the others at the tips of the waves and stared in awe at The Finnie, surrounded by dolphins, multiple pods of them, leaping and flipping all around his ship.