Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
He pushed deeper, making his tongue bigger, massaging her from within. Gods, the slick heat of her was driving him insane. His cock strained against his trousers, aching to be inside her instead of his tongue.
But this was better—this was what she needed. His tongue stroked inside her until he felt her body begin to soften…relax…heal.
Finally, reluctantly, he pulled free, his tongue shrinking back to its normal size. Her soft pussy was glistening with her juices, healed and whole again.
He should have stopped there—he knew she was well. But when he looked up, panting, his mouth wet with her juices, her flushed cheeks and glassy eyes told him something else. She was close. She needed more.
“You’re all healed now, little Lexi,” he murmured hoarsely.
“Oh…am I?” she whispered. Her cheeks were red, her chest heaving. Disappointment flickered across her face.
He saw it at once—he felt it. His lips curved in a slow, knowing smile.
“Unless…there’s another spot where you’re hurting?”
Her teeth nibbled her bottom lip, shy and uncertain.
“Actually…there is,” she said at last.
“Where?” His voice dropped to a growl. “Can you show me?”
She looked like she wanted to—but her hand hovered, too shy, too hesitant.
Brandt leaned forward, caught one of her trembling hands, and pressed it to his head.
“What about this? You guide me. Put me where you need me and let me heal you there.”
Her breath caught. Slowly, she nodded.
“All right.”
“Good. Then guide me, sweetheart.”
Her small fingers tightened in his hair. Gods, he loved that—loved the control she didn’t even know she had over him. Then she dragged him upward, guiding his mouth until it hovered over the hot little bud of her clit.
“There—right there!” she moaned breathlessly. “Please, Brandt—heal me!”
Brandt groaned, his cock surging against his trousers.
Gods, yes—he fucking loved this! Loved to feel her small hands in his hair, guiding him to where she needed him most. But most of all, he loved to feel her trembling with pleasure.
He lapped her clit again and again, his tongue flicking…stroking…sucking lightly.
“Oh…Oh, Brandt!” Her fingers clenched in his hair, tugging at his scalp in sharp little pulls. The sting only made his cock harder.
Fuck, he loved the taste of her! Sweet…wet…hot.
Her hips twisted restlessly, her thighs trembling against the sides of his face. Her sweet moans filled the air, and then again she gasped his name.
“Brandt! Don’t stop! Please!”
The sound of her moaning his name nearly undid him. His cock jerked, aching to spill, but he forced himself to keep going, licking at a steady rhythm. He slipped two careful fingers inside her, stroking gently until he found the little spot he sought.
Her body jerked, but not in pain. No flinching, no hesitation—only pleasure.
“Oh God, yes—please!” she moaned. “That feels so good—oh, please!”
Brandt massaged her Goddess spot as he sucked her clit, tasting her honey greedily. Alexandra moaned and bucked her hips—she was getting close—he could tell.
Her breathing was ragged now, coming fast and shallow.
“Oh! Oh, God, I’m so close! Don’t stop—right there—yes, right there!”
And then her whole body went rigid, her pussy spasming around his fingers. Fresh honey gushed into his mouth and Brandt nearly lost control. He groaned against her clit, licking harder, riding her orgasm with her as he sent her spiraling out of control.
Gods, he loved making a woman come! He’d forgotten how much he loved it. Loved the way she moaned and cried his name…loved the way she pulled his hair…loved to taste her sweet juices right from the source as she bucked and gasped and quivered under his tongue.
Gods, I love this… love making her come, he thought deliriously. I love her so much!
Wait…the thought made him freeze for an instant, nearly derailed the moment. What was he thinking? He couldn’t love Alexandra. He had sworn an oath—it would be wrong to love another woman. He would never—
But then Alexandra cried out again, tugging his hair, her body clenching around him as another orgasm rushed through her.
And Brandt shoved the guilt aside, drowning in her taste, her heat, her bliss. He licked her harder, sucking every last drop, worshiping her until she was shuddering beneath him, utterly spent and breathless.
Utterly his.
36
LEXI
Lexi’s body was still quivering from the release he’d given her, but the bliss quickly ebbed and left a hollow ache behind. The ache wasn’t in her body this time—it was in her heart.
Tears stung her eyes, and before she could stop them, they spilled hot and fast down her cheeks. It was almost like the overwhelming pleasure had brought a rush of other overwhelming emotion with it—the kind she couldn’t hold back.
Everything she had been through—the man trying to buy her at the marketplace…being dragged before the Magistrate…having that hateful, painful metal device shoved inside her…the fear and pain and degradation of being put in the stocks to be jeered at and derided…it all came back to her in a wave and the grief and pain and anger that came with it nearly drowned her.