Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 131364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Lights flickered behind his eyes, his cock an aching rod in his pants.
Squeezing her ass, he broke the kiss only so he could bend down and taste her nipples, after once more pulling her up his body. She made a rough sound in her throat, her talons raking lines up his back that he felt on his skin.
She’d sliced through his shirt.
He didn’t care. Leaning down, he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
A short, sharp cry before she hauled him up with a hand in his hair and kissed him with a fury that made him stagger. His knees threatened to crumple.
Then she said, “Down,” and he went to his knees.
She’d unbuttoned and pushed his shirt off his body before he was even aware of it. When she shoved at his bare chest, he fell onto his back on the forest debris, his legs stretched out in front while she straddled his waist. Her breasts were marked by his bites and kisses, the nipples wet and ripe.
“I want to taste you,” he said, and hauled her up his body.
She slammed her palms flat on his chest to stop him, talons pricking. “Why the hell are you so strong?” Her eyes weren’t human anymore, a ring of yellow glowing in the muted forest light.
“I don’t sleep much,” he said. “I had to expend my energy somehow.” He ran, lifted weights, swam, did anything and everything to exhaust his body so his mind could rest.
None of it had worked, but today, he was glad for all of it.
Because the next time he pulled her, she came, and made sweet, wild sounds as he took her taste right from her core. He wanted to inhale her, absorb her, wear her in his skin.
Giving a sudden high shout, Dahlia arched her back.
He stopped, looked up, unsure if he’d hurt her in his madness.
She shoved his head back down.
Guess not.
A minute later, however, she’d had enough and pushed him off to shimmy down his body and stare at him with changeling eyes, her chest heaving and her hair sweat-damp at the temples. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
Bram, desperate to taste all of her before it was too late, had no time for questions and answers. “You’re the softest creature I’ve ever touched. I want to sink into you, devour you.”
Her breath went even more rapid, and then before he knew it, she was sitting up and had her hands on his belt. He willed her to hurry, and it seemed she was over the playing, too, because she ripped off the belt, then began to pull down his pants. “Shit, your boots.”
He toed them off. “Gone.”
Dahlia had his pants and briefs off him in three seconds, her hand around the jutting thickness of his erection in the next. A single downward stroke and his back arched. “Not yet,” she ordered. “Not until I have you inside me.”
Bram felt as if his entire skin was about to explode off his body.
Grabbing her hips, he maneuvered her into position with her full cooperation. The second she let go of his erection, he pulled her onto him in a single hard push. Only when she released a grunt of air did his brain clear. “Did I hurt you?” If he’d hurt this soft, generous, astonishing woman—
“No, but I’m sure I can feel you in my throat,” she said, scraping her talons down his chest. “Now it’s my turn to run this show.”
Wet, tight, and in control, Dahlia rode him with a primal confidence that hypnotized him even as his body broke into every component cell. As if he was changeling and could open his eyes and re-form into a body and mind that weren’t in the process of a final disintegration.
He felt the foundations of his shields begin to crumble one by one and couldn’t find it in himself to care even a tiny bit. He was a being of pure need and pleasure for the first time in his entire life, and he wanted to live in this moment forever. Holding on to Dahlia’s hips, he moved with her even as his mind collapsed, the pleasure racing through his nerve endings a sweet, hot fire.
• • •
Dahlia went off like a rocket, Bram’s hands clenched so tight around her hips that he’d probably leave bruises. Fair enough as far as she was concerned—she’d certainly scratched up his chest and back.
Damn, but it had been a long time since she’d been with a man who’d not only handled her strength and desire to share control—but reveled in it. The back-and-forth, the demands on both sides, the erotic release that made her bones ache, she hadn’t experienced that for years, perhaps not since she was a young falcon who played only among her own kind.
Certainly not with the Dickwad, as Maraea had named Dahlia’s ex.