Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
She throws back her head and presses her thighs together. “Ah.”
The thin fabric clings to her wet pussy, the sight driving me wild. Pushing down my own need so that I can take care of her pleasure first, I massage her clit in circles through the smooth fabric. I slide that slippery silk over her swollen flesh until she begs me again.
“Say after me.” I let her pleasure build faster, not sparing her any longer. Just as her body draws tight like a bow, I stop. “I belong to Aruan, my mate.”
“Aruan,” she cries out.
“Say it, Elsie.”
“I—” She whimpers. “Oh, my god.”
“Say it.”
“I… I belong—”
She swallows the rest of her words as I take her over the edge. Her climax is a powerful aphrodisiac. Her pleasure is my greatest accomplishment and my biggest trigger. Yet I don’t rush. I continue to ignore the need firing through my body, a need that demands I claim her and ease the ache in my loins.
Wanting the moment to last, I unwrap her slowly. I draw the sheet down little by little, exposing the perfect canvas of her naked body. All for my taking. Mine. Mine alone.
“You belong to me,” I say with a growl reverberating in my chest as I lean down and suck a hard little nipple deep into my mouth.
She grabs the sides of my tunic and tugs impatiently. I smile around the curve I’m devouring, loving it when she makes her own demands and takes what she needs. I sit back on my heels, straddling her thighs, and lift my arms to make it easier for her.
As soon as she’s pulled the garment over my head, she reaches for the button of my waistband. I clench my hands into fists, summoning every fraction of willpower I possess to refrain from touching her when all I want to do is pounce, submit, and claim.
I let her undress me as far as she can, and then I get off the bed with every intention of removing my boots and the rest of my clothes.
To dragons with that.
I’m too impatient to bother.
Elsie’s eyes flare as I disintegrate my clothes in a flash, but it’s not only the use of my power that elicits her reaction. As she trails a gaze over my naked body, I can’t help but enjoy the way in which she’s watching and unconsciously wetting her lips. I climb back onto the bed and kneel in front of her, one thought running through my head and ruling my actions.
I need to taste her.
Now.
“Lie back,” I say, the command almost sounding animalistic. “Open your legs for me.”
Instead of obeying like a good mate, she gets onto her knees and pushes me back with her hands on my shoulders. Every part of me is eager to take her, to hunt her down and to put my mark on her, but I’m curious about what she has in mind, so I force myself to let her have this moment.
When I’m sitting on my heels, she kneels between my spread legs. My cock juts out between us, painfully hard and throbbing with need. The sac at the root is heavy with the seed meant to fill her. The sensitive flesh contracts, eager to expel its load into the warm body that was created to receive my seed alone.
She fixes her gaze on the precum leaking from the tip of my cock, her cheeks flushing with a need that reflects my own. When she lowers her head, it takes everything I’ve got and then some not to combust on the spot and climax before she’s even touched me.
The halfmoons of my nails dig into my palms as I clench my fists harder, fighting the urge to reach for her like I’ve never fought anything in my life. A lightning bolt rips through me when she locks her hand around the base of my cock. Her fingers brand my flesh where they touch my skin. Heat rushes to my groin when she moves another fraction closer, and then flames erupt in my gut when she finally presses her lips on the crest.
Holding my gaze, she laps up the drop of precum designed to ease my possession of her body. She hums her approval, stoking the fire that tears through my insides and sizzles in every extremity of my body. The lips she presses on the crown are like the branding of white-hot metal. Her kiss burns with the sweetest agony.
Clenching my teeth, I endure the torture as she uses both hands to guide my cock to her mouth before sucking me deep. Her lips stretch wide to accommodate my girth, her struggle to swallow me only turning me on more because she wants to please me.
And please me she does, almost too much when she pulls back and swirls her tongue around the crown before sliding her lips over my length again with her tongue flattened on the underside. I will myself not to come, but it takes tremendous self-control not to empty myself in her mouth when I hit the back of her throat.