Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
It made him think that she might be up for another round—he certainly was. Kindred males are multi-orgasmic and he couldn’t get enough of her sweet honey or hearing her call his name.
“I want to,” Wraith assured her, his voice dipping down to a soft growl. “And then I’m going to make you come again. Are you going to be a good girl and let me?”
Her eyes widened and she nodded slowly.
“Yes…I can…can be good,” she whispered.
“Good.” Wraith gave her throbbing little clit a soft, open-mouthed kiss and looked up again. “But this time, scratch my shoulders—be rough with me. I want to feel your pleasure marking me,” he told her.
Her eyes widened, but she nodded.
“I…I was trying not to pull your hair too hard,” she confessed. “But I’m afraid near the end, I did.”
“Yes, you did and I fucking loved it,” Wraith growled. He had always enjoyed some pain with his pleasure. He didn’t want to hurt Hanna, but he loved to be hurt himself—to feel the sharp sensation of her showing him that he was making her come hard and long.
He bent his head again and began licking her once more. He wasn’t nearly finished giving her pleasure or taking pleasure and pain from her himself…
17
HANNA
Hanna lost count of how many times Wraith made her come that night. He seemed tireless and wholly intent on her pleasure. He also seemed to like it when she scratched him and pulled his hair. He wasn’t rough with her at all, but he seemed to want her to be rough with him.
She wondered if he had always liked pain or of it was possibly a by-product of being dead for so long and unable to feel much of anything. But when he touched her, he was as real and solid as any living man between her legs and she could tell he relished the sensation.
Hanna loved it too. She’d never had a man be so intent on her pleasure before. The other guys she’d been with—there hadn’t been many—were much more interested in getting their rocks off and leaving. With one guy—the one in college who had only fucked her because he wanted to try “fucking a crazy chick” the sex had barely lasted ten minutes.
With Wraith, it lasted hours. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her—he went back to the well over and over again like a man trying desperately to quench his thirst.
Even when Hanna was finally satiated herself and told him she was ready to stop, she thought he looked disappointed. But he simply nodded and said,
“Very well, little one. Then I’ll dress myself and guard you.”
Rising from his knees, he shimmered for a moment and then he was wearing his armor again, with his sword in one hand.
Hanna felt disappointed.
“Wraith,” she protested. “I know you’re here to guard me but, well, couldn’t you guard me just as well if you were a little closer?”
His forehead wrinkled uncertainly.
“How do you mean?
“I mean, well…” Hanna bit her lip, feeling shy again. “Couldn’t you, well…hold me tonight? I mean, couldn’t you guard me just as well that way?”
“I suppose I could.” He nodded. “Do you want me to hold you?”
“Yes, please!” Hanna said at once. Even though he had just spent hours pleasuring her, she still couldn’t seem to get enough of the big ghost warrior. “It’s been so long since I’ve been close to anybody,” she added shyly. “I thought maybe you might feel the same way.”
“I do,” Wraith said softly. “Very much so, little one. Here…”
He shimmered again and this time when he reappeared, he was wearing nothing but a pair of long black pajama bottoms.
“Mmm, those look nice on you but you don’t really have to wear them, I mean, not if you don’t want to,” Hanna murmured, eyeing the place where a trail of dark, curly hair ran down into the waistband of his sleep trousers.
But Wraith surprised her.
“Yes, I do,” he said seriously. “I don’t know if I could trust myself not to take you if both of us were bare.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Hanna assured him. In fact, despite the marathon tasting session, she was feeling kind of empty inside—she wanted to be filled.
But Wraith shook his head.
“I’m afraid that wouldn’t be safe, little one. You see, if I take you—if I Claim you and try to Bond you to me—it might drag your soul out of the mortal realm and into the realm of the dead, with me.”
Hanna looked at him, shocked.
“You really think that could happen?”
“I think it’s a distinct possibility,” Wraith said seriously. “A Soul Bond between a Kindred warrior and his mate is one of the strongest forces in the universe. Often when one of a Bonded couple dies, they drag the other down into death with them. I don’t want to do that to you, Hanna…” Leaning over the bed, he cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. “You’re so vibrant and beautiful—you’re not done living yet and I won’t steal your life from you.”