Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
I don’t know what’s changed his mind. Whether it was an impulsive choice or the slow erosion of his fears one promise at a time. All that matters is that he’s in my arms, his hot tongue sliding into my mouth, and I’m pulsing with so much desire my body can’t contain it.
I latch onto him, gasping when he arches into my touch, legs wrapping around my hips, fingers sinking into my flesh like hooks. He wants me closer.
He refuses to let me go.
I slide my hungry mouth over his cheek. I could eat him alive, suck on the delicate bones of his fingers and nip on his nipples as if they’re cherries.
“You did this. Just to be clear,” I mutter. “I wasn’t flirting.”
His face is right next to mine, but I see one of his eyes, his smile, the apple of his cheek. “Sorry,” he rasps, and my next kiss interrupts his half-formed laughter. There’s nothing polite about this moment.
We’re on the floor, with Lady’s claws tapping the wooden parquet as she paces, and our bodies rock together, as if we’re attempting to pull apart only for the force of attraction to bring us back together.
“You’re not sorry at all,” I say, elated as I pull on his ear with my teeth. “And I’m not either.” A groan of relief and excitement, all in one, escapes my lips when I slide my hands to his ass and squeeze. I’ve daydreamed about this so many times it’s hard to comprehend I’m allowed to touch him at last.
I’d love to talk, to hear his reasoning about what pushed him back into my arms, but that can wait until after I’ve had my fill. The warm feelings flooding me through our bond are enough for now.
He stalls, face tinted a wonderful shade of pink that can only exist on his sun kissed features. “Maybe…”
His hand glides up my flank, bunching up the shirt until I realise it’s now out of my pants, and Nate eases his fingers under my clothes.
Oh.
I get goose bumps.
His touch is like… it’s like moonshine. Like the warmth of a fireplace in winter. Like warm tea with a drop of booze.
His touch is exploratory, not at all shy as it learns the shape of my ribs, the curves of my muscles, and I dive in, sucking on a deliciously soft bit of skin on the side of his throat.
Nate gasps in appreciation, the noise soft but wanton as he rocks against me and I sense the shape of his cock.
If he wants me to stop, he’ll say it, but I doubt he will. Now I know I wasn’t going mad when I could swear I sensed his interest, noticed stolen glances, or his hand lingering in mine for longer than necessary.
I want him naked. Moaning. Open and vulnerable. Trembling under me.
I press my cock against his in answer as I slip my hands under his sweater and slide them up his back. There’s a few scars I’ve been dying to kiss better since I brought him back from that forsaken tower, and maybe today I’ll get to do it, learning the complex geography of his body until I know it by heart.
His eyes are so dark, like deep holes in the ocean hiding treasures no one has ever been brave enough to pursue. I want him to be my adventure, and as I dive in, rubbing my hips against his until need makes my toes curl, he twists his fingers in my long hair and pulls me down.
I’ve kissed so many people, but none felt like this. A connection that can’t be broken.
His mouth raises the hair on my body and makes my blood gallop like herds of wild horses hurrying across the black steppes of Oravia. It’s not just lust. Fate brought us together the moment I tightened my fingers on his wrist and took him out of the river, and now, finally, I get to worship him, aware what this means.
The world has gone quiet. I no longer notice the music, and the patter of paws is barely a whisper. Only the space between us exists, loud with our cherin-scented breaths and yearning.
My heart would love to crawl into his chest and beat next to his. Maybe I cherish him even more because I almost lost him. I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. His mouth is so hot for my tongue. I could spend all night kissing him, but I also want to touch so much more of him, and for that, I need to pull off his sweater.
That breaks our kiss for half a moment, and when I’m back at his warm lips—
Lady licks the side of my face.
“Fuck—No! This is—It’s not…”
I have to take a deep breath when Nate starts laughing.
It doesn’t feel very funny to me when the urgency to touch every inch of Nate’s skin is like a fire under my feet.