Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Kim continues on, babbling at a frantic pace. "You can do your thing if you have to, and I'm willing to move to Praxii Minor with you, but you can't take another wife. I won't allow it. The only door you're jizzing on is mine, do you hear me?" Her hands move all over my chest, my neck, my jaw. "I'm not good at sharing. And while I have to share you with your family, I don't want to share you with another woman. That's my compromise. We can go to your home but you're not allowed to stick your dick into anyone else." Her hands clutch tightly at me again. "Just don't leave me behind, Nassakth."
"Kim, my sweet mate," I tell her as I enter our room and shut the door behind us. The ship lurches once more, bouncing us for a moment, and then a gentle ping fills the air, an alert letting us know it is safe to move about, that we have hit optimal speed and are now cruising along a charted path. "You are panicking over nothing."
"But we're leaving—"
"Yes, yes we are. I had nothing worth staying for." I stroke her back as I move toward our narrow bed, and set her down on the edge. Even then, she refuses to let go of me, her fingers twisting in my tunic as she tries to crawl back into my arms.
"But…your parents? Weren't you supposed to meet them in the morning?" She looks up at me with confusion.
"That was their suggestion, yes." I shrug. "I considered it and realized I owed them nothing. Why should I be courteous and understanding to them when they have never been so to me? They will eventually figure out I am gone, and that is all the answer I owe them."
Kim gapes up at me. "But…they were offering you money—"
"I have wealth."
"—and you'd be a big deal—"
"I have been a 'big deal' before. It did not make me happy. My mate makes me happy, and moving to Praxii Minor would be unfair to her." I undo her belt. Since she will not let go of my tunic, I must rid her of hers, then. "Did you really think I would leave you behind?"
"I wasn't sure," she stammers, holding on to me. Her gaze searches my face, worried. "I thought maybe I pushed you into it, because I love you and I want what's best for you, but when the ship started to take off, I realized I'm selfish." She tugs hard on my tunic, pulling me down a little more until our noses are practically touching. "I want to keep you. You're mine."
And she kisses me, hard.
Heated pleasure—and triumph—surges through me. This is what I have waited for. This is what I needed from her. I wanted more than just acknowledgement that I give her pleasure, or that she is content. I want her to take me for my own, to be as fiercely possessive of me as I am of her. In this moment, I know I am not just “safe” for her, or comfortable. She loves me truly. "My Kim, does this mean you are purring for me?"
She looks confused for a moment, and then it dawns on her. She gets to her knees on the bed and jerks at my tunic, fisting the material as if she wants to rip it from my chest. "I'm absolutely purring for you," Kim breathes, her gaze heavy with arousal. "I'm purring and we're going to fuck and I don't care if the entire ship hears it. Do you understand me? We're going to fuck, and you're going to fill me with your cum and give me a baby, and then we're going to raise a dozen of them together on our farm." She kisses me fiercely again, so enthusiastic that our teeth clash together. She pulls back quickly once more and gives me another determined look. "Together. Understand?"
I love this. "Tell me how and where you want me, pretty one. I am all yours."
She slides a hand to my belt, and then lower, boldly caressing my cock through my trou. Her mouth lightly plays against mine, and then she nips at my lower lip. "I want you naked." She bites down on my lower lip. "I meant it when I said we're going to fuck."
I hold back a groan. "Good."
"And I'm going to suck your cock, but just a little. Just enough to get you all needy and achy, and then you're going to stuff me full of it, aren't you?" Her words are still edged with a hint of frantic-ness, as if she half-expects me to leave her again, and I realize that she needs this joining between us on so many levels—just as I need to claim her, she needs to claim me, too.