Zawla (The Hallans #1) Read Online Bethany-Kris

Categories Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: The Hallans Series by Bethany-Kris
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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He does indeed kiss me at first, soft, almost feather-like brushes of his lips against my clit, but even that has my thighs clenching to the sides of his heads. Then, his tongues licks a circle around my clit and a deep, long moan leaves me. His groan vibrates against my body, but the sound is soon drowned out by my own when he sucks my swollen bud into his mouth. His tongue circles as his lips tighten around me. He sucks harder and my body bucks, my hands trying to grab onto something, anything, but finding nothing to curl my fingers into. When Bothaki releases my clit and begins licking through my lips though, my hands move of their open accord, going to his head. He grunts against me as I thread my fingers into the ropes of his braids, his eye closing as his hands wrap around my thighs. He widens them even more as his tongue finally reaches my opening. He circles it, but that is not what I need. I arch my hips up, desperate for more. He smiles against me, though, letting me know he’s enjoying teasing me.

“Bothaki, please.” My voice is a purr I barely recognize as my own.

But it does what I wanted it to, and makes Bothaki give me exactly what I need. His tongue thrusts into me. I have to bite down on my lip to muffle my shout at the pleasure that slams into me. He feasts on me, his mouth moving hard against me, tongue driving in again and again. His groans and my moans fill the room, and I find myself not even caring if anyone hears now. Not when I’d much rather focus on the way my body moves of its own volition, seeking relief for the unbearable tension rising in me. My hips move back and forth, back arching, thighs tightening around his head. My hold on his hair must be painful, but he only grunts against me as I use my grip to keep his mouth close to me.

“So. Close,” I pant.

I don’t even try to fight my head falling back now. The pleasure building in me doesn’t leave any energy for anything except riding Bothaki’s tongue. He slides it in and out of me harder, and one of his hands releases my thigh to travel higher. He places a finger to my clit, but doesn’t move it.

“Please,” I beg.

And that’s all it takes. One word and he rubs a circle into my clit while hooking his tongue inside me. I explode, my eyes closing as my back arches so much it hurts, but I’m unable to relax my body. Not that I even try to. I sigh Bothaki’s name, but it turns into a moan when he pinches my clit. Then, a gasp when he moves his tongue from side to side inside me.

My clit is too sensitive, and all of me feels that way really, but still I want more. And he keeps giving it to me, finger working me, tongue thrusting into me, his sounds only adding to my own pleasure. He doesn’t stop until my thighs finally release his head. Until my fingers loosen their grip on his hair and my body, now feeling utterly exhausted, sags to the edge of the pool.

As my chest heaves, he moves up my body, and he kisses the exact same places he did on the way down until he’s at my mouth again. I keep my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his lips on me. He kisses me once, twice, and finally three times before I lift my head, which takes way too much effort, to prevent his lips from leaving mine again. I lick along his lips and relish the sound of pure lust that leaves him.

His tongue comes out to meet my own, circling mine, but not for nearly long enough. I whine as he breaks his mouth away free from mine, but my eyes open to find him smiling down at me. The unmistakable taste of my own arousal lingers on my lips.

“So, how do you taste?” he asks.

I don’t even have to think about it with my taste heavy on my tongue from our kiss.

“I taste good.”

“No. You taste amazing.”

I grin. “Can I do that to you, too? Put you in my mouth, taste you?”

A pleased hum vibrates from Bothaki before he murmurs, “I certainly hope you do.”

I bathe him this time, his smile never dimming even once the entire time my hands are on him.

*

“We must leave the room sometime,” Selina says through giggles.

“We leave to bathe. And when I get us meals.”

She gives me an exasperated face. “I want to see more, explore the ship.”

“Must we?” I groan. Not because I don’t want to show her everything that she wants to see but doing so would require us to leave this room, this bed. And anything that requires me to not have my mate as close to me as possible does not sound like something I want to do.


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