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)
When Halun opens the door, I find all the things he was bringing here while I waited in the garden with Zarah, Selina, and Fate. Food, clothes, and the things I’ve accumulated from the market for our getaway home. Pillows, blankets, paintings, and even some things the children have given me as gifts. Neither of us gives attention to those things for now, though. Halun walks in front of me, pulling me along because he knows exactly where I want to go.
I sigh as I set eyes on the Hallan version of a hammock, but where Earth ones were made of fabric, these are made from the huge leaves of the tallest trees here. I was terrified the first time he told me to lay in it, sure it wouldn’t hold my weight, but when he showed me it held his, I knew I would be okay. He gets inside it first now, easily settling it and opening his arms for me to climb on. I don’t hesitate. A minute later, I’m pressing the front of my body against his. Seconds later, my eyes are closing.
When movement makes me blink my eyes open again, I see the sky has turned a dusky pink I know is as dark as it will ever get here. The clouds, though, well they’re just as dark now. A rare sight, but I’ve seen it enough to know it means …
“I wouldn’t have woken you,” Halun says, “but it’s about to rain any second.”
“So, let’s just stay in the rain.”
His lips curve up as he reaches to move hair out of my face. “I might have some very intriguing ideas for what we can do in the rain.”
“Oh, do tell.”
That smile turns utterly devious. “I’d rather show you.”
Everything is a blur as Halun gets out of the hammock without ever releasing me. I wrap my arms and legs around him as he walks to one of the trees further back. He slams my back to the tree, but it doesn’t hurt beyond the impact. The tree bark, if they even call it that, is not rough and rigid like on Earth, but smooth and warm at my back. Halun’s hands take care of my need for harshness, though.
His claws rip the front of my dress to shreds so he can get his hands on my breasts. The first rain drops begin to fall right as his lips wrap around my nipple. My head drops back while my fingers thread through his braids, but I don’t let my eyes close. Not when it means I can feel my mate’s tongue circle my nipple while I watch the rain drops fall from one leaf to the next until they finally begin to cascade onto us.
By the time Halun moves on to my other nipple, my hair is soaked. By the time he’s kissed his way down my stomach, my dress is nothing but a wet thing for him to cut away so he can get to exactly where we both want him to be. And oh, by the time his mouth finds my clit, my pussy is soaking for him, and it has nothing to do with the rain.
One lick has me gasping. Two has me moaning. And three has my thighs moving on his shoulders to clench to the sides of his head, making sure he cannot stop the pressure his tongue is putting to my clit. Not that he seems all that interested in stopping anyway, from the way he eagerly licks at me. The sound Halun’s tongue tears from me mix with the rain falling on large leaves and our skin as he brings me closer and closer to the pleasure that only he can provide.
His tongue slides through my lips and I shiver above him. I feel his mouth curve up against me as he reaches my opening. He circles his tongue around it, teasing me like I'm not so coiled tight with tension that it feels unbearable for it not to be released right this second.
"Please, Halun," I beg.
His eyes snap up to meet mine, black staring into me as he slowly slides his tongue into me. Rain falling on his hair, trailing down his eyelids when his eyes drift closed while he groans against me, over the fingers he has wrapped tight around my thighs, he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. His tongue sets different paces inside of me, darting in and out so fast that I get dizzy at the feeling of it. Then, slowly circling inside of me, from side to side, up and down, driving me so crazy that my back is arching on the tree, my hips moving to take more from him. But it’s when he thrusts his tongue so deep inside of me that it makes a gasp escape me. An entirely different sound, broken, desperate, and loud, tears from me when he hooks his tongue in me, and I spasm around it. He licks at me greedily as I come undone, burying his face between my thighs as I’m overwhelmed by the bliss rushing through my veins.