Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“I know what?”
He smiles as he rises to his haunches.
“I don’t need to say, Zawla.” But he emphasizes the last word, and I feel it’s not to point out that I’m his mate, but that he knows I now realize he’s also mine.
Then, there are no more words as he begins reclaiming my body all over again. His hands let mine go so he can wrap his fingers around my thighs, holding me wide open for his every rough thrust. My fingers twist into the sheets as I watch him looking down at where our bodies come together, as I get lost in the utterly wild lust in his gaze. That is its own type of erotic experience, just to see the way he craves me, to see his teeth sink into his bottom lip when I tighten around hic cock, and to feel his grip on my thighs turn bruising as he tries to hold back. Only this time, he’s not holding back from me, but clearly trying to hold back from coming.
But I don’t want him to hold back. Not when him losing control means I get to feel him come inside me and hear the sounds that comes along with that.
I release the sheets to bring my hands to my breasts. Like I thought they would, his eyes snap there. The vision before him and my moans while I massage my breasts has him thrusting into me harder. My eyes begin to close with the tension building yet again.
“No.”
His word has my eyes snapping open.
“You will look into my eyes as you come this time.”
“What makes you so sure I will?” I tease.
That devastating smirk blooms on his face and then his hips are pistoning back and forth. He leans forward and my thighs clench around him as his hands harshly push mine aside so he can cover my breasts. It only takes a few more thrusts, his fingers on my nipples, and his groin against my clit for me to fall apart.
I don’t let my eyes close, though. No, I look into his eyes and find myself reflected in them. My mouth open, my hair wild around me, eyes glazed with the almost overwhelming ecstasy rushing through me. Then, I see his own eyes having to fight to stay open and I know he’s right at the edge he’s just pushed me over. And I want to watch him, feel him, fall over, too.
“Halun,” I moan. “Give it to me.”
“Luna,” he groans, voice strained.
“I want you to come inside me, and you told me I could have anything I want.”
A sigh leaves him as his head falls forward. I won’t let him come without looking at me, either. My hand goes to his face and I lift his chin so he is clear to me. His brows furrows, half-lidded eyes glowing like a dark inferno, teeth biting into his bottom lip. And it’s all because of me, for me. He slams into me so hard, my body jerks up but his hands on my breasts hold me in place as he comes inside me.
Shallow, slow thrusts follow. I don’t mind his eyes closing then, just because of the absolute look of satisfaction on his face. He comes forward, his weight pushing me into the bed, but then he stops.
“Don’t,” I say. “I like it.”
“I’ll crush you.” He chuckles, opening his eyes to look at me once again.
“Maybe not.”
“How about I lay you on me?”
“As long as we don’t separate.”
I see the way his throat bobs with my words, and feel the way my heart squeezes at me having said them.
“I will not move away from you until you tell me to.”
He slides out of me and I whimper at both the loss of him and the bite of pain. As he begins to lay on the sheets, his hands go to my hips, moving me with him until my body is on top of his. I feel the evidence of his orgasm leaking out of me and the evidence of mine covering his cock pressed to my stomach.
“What if I never want us to move?” I ask, looking down at him.
His eyes are the softest I’ve ever seen as he looks up at me, as he speaks words I don’t even ask myself if I believe.
“Then, this bed would be our home. Wherever you are is my home.”
I’m the one swallowing now, as I lay my head to his chest and he wraps his arms tight around me. This. This moment feels so easy. I could just simply be his, and let him be mine. I could just stay in his arms and listen to his heartbeat under my ear. And know that it beats for me.
My mind is there, waiting for a single reason to tell me all the ways this can and will go wrong. But for right now, I only allow my heart to speak; to tell me that Halun would never hurt me. That the comfort I feel in his embrace right now isn’t some fleeting thing. That the way my heart reaches for him is no mistake.