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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She whimpers as she grabs my wrist with both hands. The ruined smock falls down when I let go to reach for something better. Her face. Her wide eyes and parted pink lips lull me into a trance. All I want is to watch her come apart for me.

I enjoy the show while I wait.

“You’ll be gentle, won’t you?” she asks, every word full of air.

I hadn’t thought she meant untouched when she said inexperienced, but the news pleases me all the same. To be the first and the last … well, it truly is a gift.

“As much as I can be,” I promise.

I catch Selina’s cheek in my palm as her head falls forward in a low, long moan. Even her breath stops as she comes, holding my hand tight to her so her pussy can squeeze my fingers while she grinds into my thumb.

“Oh, I like the way that feels on my clit like that.”

I’ll remember so.

“There it is,” I praise when she shudders all over.

High on my list of things to learn from my mate is the way her orgasm feels. Oh, I desperately want to know how it tastes, and each and every way I can drag one from her, not to mention how many, but first, I want to know how it feels for her. That’ll be the first memory I ask her to revisit with me.

Once she has one stuffed full of me, of course.

Selina melts into my kisses and the touch of my hands, distracted as I walk her backwards to the bed we shall call ours for the remainder of the trip back to Hallalah. I pull the smock up and over her head before the backs of her knees even touch the bed. When they do, and she falls onto the soft cushion, her legs open for me to join her even as her hands reach for me. Naked but for the rope of precious stones and jeweled beads around her waist, I revel in the sight of her as I press a kiss to each of her knees, then her thighs, and up to her stomach. I continue the path, kissing between her breasts and up the column of her throat, removing the unbelted pelt from around my waist before I sit back a bit on my haunches.

She lets out a soft gasp when each of my hands finds her thighs. One on each, I pull her to me, hooking her legs around me and positioning her lower half at my mercy while her arms stretch high above her head.

“Are you hoping to find something to hold onto?” I ask.

“Maybe.”

“Then, hold me.” I reach for her with my injured hand, letting our fingers weave as her other comes to hold my wrist. She watches me stroke my length between us, using the head to sweep up and down her sex every so often. I’m wet with her before I’ve even gotten inside her, and when I do push in those first few blissful inches, she’s so tight I can’t breathe. She seizes around me.

“Easy, slow,” Selina breathes.

I hate to tell her, but neither of those things will make this much better. Instead, I rock back and forth, taking those few inches away and giving them back. In and out, over and over. The wet smack of our skin starting to meet as she takes me deeper matches the rhythmic squeeze of her pussy around my cock.

As her hips start to roll for me I sweep my thumb back and forth across the fleshy hood covering her clit. She doesn’t even realize it, but her eyes flutter closed as the orgasm starts approaching, and I wait for her to reach the cusp.

When her mouth falls open, and her brow pinch together. That last breath she takes before she comes shudders on the exhale.

I wait for that, too.

Because that’s also when I fill her with the rest of me, lessening the worst of the pain—I hope—at the height of her pleasure. She still feels it. I know it when her eyes fly wide to meet mine, and I hear the pain in her sharp inhale.

“Bo!”

“Easy,” I tell her, not moving at all as she shifts and squirms on me. That, frankly, is enough to make me want to come again, but I can wait.

I will wait.

“And slow,” I add as I rock back a little.

Not a lot. Her hiss keeps the thrust shallow even if I am deep.

“I can do that again,” I tell her, rocking back and forth as much as she will allow while my thumb sweeps across her clit. “Until you beg me to give it to you good and hard.”

Air rushes from her in a bursting gush, but her squirming begins anew. Her body is an instrument I plan on spending a good deal of my time learning. Anything to have her making those noises of bliss and pleasure because of me.


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