Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 126358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
“Please do,” he said, his deep voice slightly hoarse.
My fingertips touched him first, tracing the seam where soft skin gave way to scaled splendor. The scales were warm, and surprisingly smooth—softer than I’d imagined—like polished sea glass.
They yielded slightly under my touch and Ryse made a low sound in his throat when I wrapped my hand around him, marveling at the heat…the solid weight…the unique texture.
When I stroked him up and down, a soft groan escaped him, and his hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk.
“Did I hurt you?” I looked up at him anxiously.
He shook his head.
“Sorry,” he murmured, his hands fisting at his sides as if to keep from touching me. “Just…your soft little hand feels really good around me.”
“I’m glad,” I said, shyly. I loved the feeling of power I got from holding him—knowing that I could give him pleasure the way he’d given me pleasure the night before.
I stroked him slowly, learning his shape, feeling the ridges of the scales under my palm. That glistening bead at the tip caught my eye again. Acting on an impulse I didn’t fully understand but didn’t want to fight, I leaned in and flicked my tongue over it.
The taste exploded on my tongue—salty, but with a dark, sweet undertone, like honey and spice. I moaned softly in surprised pleasure. He was delicious.
Ryse’s big body thrummed with tension.
“Gods, Auri,” he choked out. “Your sweet little tongue is so hot! How…how does it taste?”
“Delicious,” I murmured, licking my lips. I looked up at him. “You taste salty and sweet, all at once.”
He cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin.
“There’s more where that came from, little one. But you don’t have to taste me if you don’t want to. This is for you. Your curiosity. We can go at your pace.”
“But I do want to taste you,” I said, the certainty settling deep in my bones. I wanted to chase that taste, to know him more intimately. “I want to…to suck you,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks go hot with a blush.
His golden eyes were half-lidded as he looked down at me. He was still standing and I was sitting on the edge of the bed—he was at the perfect height for me to taste him…to suck him.
“If you want to, I won’t stop you,” he rumbled. “Take your time—do whatever you want. I’m yours, little one.”
I liked the idea of taking my time with him and I wanted to make him groan again.
I leaned forward again, this time opening my mouth and taking the broad, smooth head past my lips.
Ryse gasped—a sharp intake of breath—and I could feel him watching me as I sucked him.
I swirled my tongue around the crown, exploring the silken texture of his skin, tasting more of that addictive salty-sweetness. The scales just below the head were smooth against my tongue—a fascinating contrast.
I moaned softly, enjoying myself and took my time exploring him with my tongue. I swirled it around and around the broad, flaring crown and as I did, his hand came to rest on my head—not pushing, just resting there, stroking my hair.
“God and Goddess, little one—your mouth,” he groaned, his voice ragged with need. “So hot. So fucking perfect. You have no idea how good it feels when you suck me.”
I thought I might have some kind of idea. I still remembered his soft, maddening touch as he circled my aching little button the night before. If I could give him the same kind of pleasure, I certainly wanted to.
Encouraged by his groans, I took him deeper, relaxing my throat to try and get more of his thick shaft. I couldn’t take all of him—he was too big—but I took as much as I could, establishing a slow, sucking rhythm.
Ryse groaned again and his other hand came up to cradle my face, his touch impossibly gentle.
“Goddess, little one, you’re a natural at this,” he rumbled. “Can’t believe how deep you’re taking me.”
But though I loved sucking him, I was curious about the rest of his male anatomy too—most especially the heavy sac that swayed between his legs.
I reached between his thighs, my fingers first stroking and then cupping this curious feature.
Ryse hissed and jerked a little.
“Easy, sweetheart. That’s a very sensitive area,” he warned.
But he didn’t try to stop me. In fact, he spread his thighs wider, as though to give me more room to touch him.
His act of trust made my heart fist in my chest, and I made an effort to be careful. I cupped him gently, marveling at the heat and weight of the two heavy balls cradled in my palm. Then I decided I wanted to taste them, too.
Pulling off his shaft for a moment, I leaned down further, letting my tongue trace the sensitive skin of his sac. His scent was stronger here, I found—spicy and unique and utterly Ryse. I loved it.