Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 121924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
A low growl grated the back of his throat, making my body go still. His jaw tightened, his eyes went slitted, his lips set into a pitiless slash … and then he brought his mouth down on mine.
He kissed me hard and deep. No hesitance. No caution. No reserve.
Our blades hit the floor as we went at each other like savages. There was nothing civil or sensual about it.
Hands roughly fisted my hair as he herded me backwards and caged me against the wall, his mouth never releasing mine. I arched into him, grinding against his cock. I was wound so tight from anticipation that I thought I might explode.
The molten brand in his kiss, the scald of his demanding mouth, the hungry strokes of his tongue, the sharp nips of his teeth … It was almost too much.
Almost.
Talon pumped his hips once, letting me know he wanted in. Oh, fine by me.
He pulled back just enough to roughly peel off my tunic. My breast band went with a sharp yank that nearly tore it. I’d barely tackled the laces of his breeches before strong hands caught the underside of my thighs and lifted me like I weighed nothing. He pressed my back firmly against the wall and plunged two fingers inside me.
I gasped, watching as male satisfaction flashed in his eyes when he found me wet. His fingers disappeared. He swiped the thick head of his dick between my folds—
And he slammed deep with shocking force.
I choked, startled by the abrupt fullness. There was no room to feel anything but pure pleasure because then he was fucking me with purposeful thrusts. Delving a hand into his hair, I clung to the smooth flesh of his back with my free hand, feeling the solid muscle beneath it rippling and bunching.
His fingers bit into my thighs, unapologetically rough as he held them wide open. Every upward snap of his hips made his cock graze my clit just right.
Our mouths collided again, greedy and unrestrained. The sensual hunger whirling in my stomach was brutal. Almost as brutal as his frenzied thrusts.
The whole thing was feral and basic. Sex at its most raw. And a little too perfect.
A feverish tension steadily worked through my body. I could sense it building in him just the same—sense it in how his kisses deepened, his grip tightened, and his pace quickened.
My chest prickling with the need for air, I tore my mouth free of his and dragged in a breath. He pressed his forehead to mine, grunting against my lips as he started to fuck me harder. I moaned, clinging to him tighter, stabbing my nails into his back.
He snarled and bit my bottom lip. The lash of pain went straight to my core—a core that was heating and aching. Friction built in my belly and clawed at my insides as my frustrated body screamed for release. Screamed and screamed and screamed until, finally, it found it.
Scorching hot waves of static bliss whipped through my body, emptied my mind of every thought, and wrenched a choked cry out of my throat. It was as the first wave crested that he started violently hammering into me, an animalistic sound rumbling in his chest. Hot streams of come lashed my inner walls as he locked his cock deep. He flexed his hips, grinding and grunting.
Dropping his forehead to the crook of my neck, he sagged slightly. I ungracefully slumped in his hold, resting my cheek on his shoulder.
Making an effort to control my breathing, I took stock of myself. No more restless energy buzzed inside me. Not even a flicker of it. I wasn’t sure if our little battle was responsible for that, or if it was courtesy of our rather intense round of sex. It might have even been the combination of both that did the trick.
Talon lifted his head, his slumberous gaze. There was no regret to be seen, but there was a distance that had moments ago been absent. Like last time, he was pulling away.
He carefully withdrew his cock and then set me down on my feet.
Hoping he couldn’t tell that my legs were a little wobbly, I cleared my throat. “I’m guessing we’re going to act like this never happened.”
Nothing in his expression contradicted my assumption.
I inwardly sighed. “Thought so. Careful, or I might get offended.”
He granted me a dubious look.
“Okay, fine, it suits me that we keep this to ourselves,” I admitted. “I don’t want people whispering that I slept with you in a vain effort to get a place in the Order. But”—I took a step closer to him, feeling my expression sober—“soon I’ll be an officiate, and that won’t apply anymore. If this happened again, I wouldn’t care who knew. You, though? I get the sense that you would carry on doing this dance where you fuck me and then act like you didn’t.” I cocked my head. “Am I right?”