Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Yet somehow, last night, I was able to mend her, if only for a moment.
“Good morning,” I whisper to her, my lips at her ear. I’m already hard and wondering if she’d like a repeat.
She lets out a soft moan as I run the tip of my nose through her hair, the lavender strands shining in threads of pink and silver from the early sun that’s peeking in through the window. Lemi, bless his hound heart, is still on the balcony, his silhouette visible through the curtains.
I slowly slide my hand over the smooth skin of her shoulder and down her arm, appreciating the firm muscle underneath, the slight flexing at my touch, such a testament to her power. Then I let my fingers trail over her hips and she squirms slightly, letting out a breathy giggle that works like a bolt of lightning through my veins.
I grin against her skin, pressing more kisses behind her ear. I found a ticklish spot. I found a weakness, a tender spot surrounded by so much armor.
I temper the feel of my fingers even more, letting them trail over her skin like butterfly wings. She moves her hips back against my cock, grinding in hard, then pulling away, writhing against me like her body wants to escape but she doesn’t.
“This good?” I murmur as my hand slips down, down, sliding between her thighs to where she’s bare and warm and a little wet.
She nods, emitting another sweet sound that causes my cock to swell painfully against her. I work my fingers deeper into her slick space, her thighs parting slightly for me. My thumb finds her clit and I press the pad down, rubbing in slow circles in the way I’ve learned she likes.
“Oh,” she says, almost in surprise, and I reach back with my other hand, making a tight ring around my girth and pushing it in between her legs. She opens them wider for me and I press the head of my cock tentatively between her cheeks, enough to startle her and make her stiffen.
“Don’t worry,” I say, chuckling. “We can save that for another day.”
She relaxes slightly and I drag the tip down until it finds her wet and warm and I grit my teeth as I push myself inside her. From this angle, her back to me, lying on our sides, I can’t help but hiss. “Fuck,” I swear. “You’re so fucking tight. Let me know if I’m hurting you.”
But she only pushes her hips back against mine, driving me in deeper. We both gasp at the same time, as if our lungs are forcing the air out before we become each other’s oxygen. That raw connection from the throes of last night, unwavering, open and shared, is back, tethering us together.
My eyes fall shut and I lose myself to her, rocking into her body, my hand at her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers, my other stroking her clit. I bite her shoulder, I pinch at her until she gives that wanton cry of pleasure-pain. I groan into her ear, asking if I feel good, if she feels good, telling her she’s an elixir, stronger and sweeter than any magic. I give myself to her, in the hurried pumps of my hips, the sweat breaking between my chest and her back, the smell of sex in the room.
She comes, squeezing and pulsing around me, while her head arches back, a throaty, wild cry falling from her lips. I reach up and make a fist at the top of her head, pulling her head back farther, and then while she’s bucking against me, the tension inside me comes to a crescendo. My balls rise up until heat explodes from the center of me and I’m unleashing myself, coming hard inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I bite out through a low groan, the bed shaking beneath us as I slam myself deeper and deeper into her, as if I can be embedded inside her if I try hard enough.
By the time I’m finished—spent, my body limp against hers, our chests aching for breath—I feel like I’m in too deep with her in every which way.
I slowly pull out and she gives me a satisfied smile before she adjusts her head on the pillow again and lets out a deep, contented sigh.
“I’ll be right back,” I whisper to her, kissing the top of her head, taking a second to revel in her honey scent before I climb out of bed. I drape the sheets over her, a show of modesty that seems to amuse her, and then pull on my pants. I open the door slowly, quietly, looking up and down the hallway. It feels completely still this hour of the morning, not a sound to be heard.
I walk across the hall to the bathroom. When I’ve done my business and freshened up, I step back in the hall.