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)
A desperation of sensation.
The ring of yellow around his irises seemed to glow, become brighter. “Falcons are the fastest creatures on the planet, our diving velocity so ruthless that our prey never sees us coming.”
Rising to his feet in a sharp movement, he hauled her upright, too, then tugged her with intent toward an opening that seemed to lead back into the lower part of the Canyon. “Caves,” he threw back over his shoulder, an intensity to him that pushed against her. “Including one carpeted with the softest sand.”
It took them only four minutes to reach it, and though it had been semi-dark to this point, the cave itself rippled with a glow of sunlight. It took her a second to see it—tiny holes in the rocks to one side that must be a hollow in the Canyon that permitted a dance of light inside.
She didn’t have much time to take in the wonder of it, however, because Adam was suddenly in front of her, his hand sliding around the side of her neck to her nape to hold her close while he undid the rest of the buttons on her shirt with his other hand, tugging it out from her pants at the end to finish the job.
His hand on her skin, stroking up in a hard glide to close over one taut breast and squeeze. She sucked in air, the sensation strong enough that it wasn’t a dull throb but a spear. “More. More, Adam.”
Making a deep rumble of a sound in his throat, he released her instead—but only to rip off his own top and throw it aside before moving his hands to the waistband of her pants. A glance at her through hooded lids. “How far?”
“All of it. Everything.” She had no limit, no point of overload, wished she did.
Adam, her mate, took her at her word and dropped to his knees to undo her boots, get them off, along with her socks. “Cute feet.” A wink as he looked up, his hand on the top of one foot.
And Eleri realized for the first time that sensation in such a context wasn’t always tactile. Looking at him, at his smile, the way he was so big and beautiful and…happy to be with her. It intensified everything already building in her. She undid her own pants, worried her feelings would vanish behind the wall of numbness.
Adam groaned as her pants fell to her feet, but pulled them away when she lifted her feet one at a time. However, before she could push down the plain white cotton of her underwear, he leaned in and bit the inside of her thigh…as his stubbled jaw rubbed against her.
She’d been right.
She felt more.
So much more.
Her thigh was over his shoulder before she knew what she was doing, and from the way he kissed the little bite he’d just taken, he didn’t mind. Instead he gripped her thigh to hold her closer, and then, without warning, her underwear was gone, cut neatly away from her body by talons she’d never seen emerge.
Eleri wasn’t ready for the next sensation, that of his mouth on the most sensitive flesh on her body, the lick of his tongue deliberately rough as he gave her what she’d asked for: sensation atop sensation. Then he was kissing her with raw intensity, and her other leg would’ve buckled if he hadn’t been holding her up.
The cool, calm, rational part of her created by the reconditionings knew she was still only catching the edge of what she should…but this was more than she’d felt for an eternity. And it was with him, with her beautiful boy. She let herself fall into it, fall into him, and when he rubbed his jaw deliberately against her inner thigh, she allowed the buzz of sensation to haze her mind.
He pulled her to the ground, using his strength to control the movement so she landed on the sand with the lightness of a feather. Rising above her, he spread her shirt apart and made a deep sound in his throat. “So damn beautiful.” His hand on her breast again, his knee nudging her thighs apart so he could settle in between.
He had only the faintest line of dark hair low on his chest, a trail that led into his jeans, his abdomen hard and ridged. “I want to feel you crushing me,” she said, still fighting to outrace the numbness.
Adam came down on her without warning, sliding his hand down to curve around and grip her buttock as he put his partial weight on her, keeping a large amount off by bracing himself on the forearm of his free hand.
She pulled at his shoulders. “All of it.”
“I’m heavy, Eleri,” he said, but gave her what she wanted.
She could barely breathe and it was wonderful, Adam rubbing up against so much of her exposed skin. “Jeans,” she gasped out.