Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
That he would admit such a personal thing touched her heart. “Then we face the same dilemma, for I know nothing about being a wife. I have only known what it is to be an herb-scribe.”
“And I only know what it is to be a fierce Hunter.”
“Then—perhaps—we can learn together,” she offered softly.
“Aye, together,” he whispered and touched his lips to hers.
It wasn’t only his kiss that sparked something in her, it was their words. It sounded as if they committed to each other freely, a bonding of sorts, a pledge to make their marriage work.
His kiss felt different or perhaps it was her who felt different, and she did. He had protected her from the moment they met and continued to do so without hesitation. He hadn’t thought twice about charging at the dark figure to save her. And that he did that without regard to his own safety meant more than him being just a Hunter. There was something that connected them and had since they first met. And it was time for her, for them both, to embrace it.
She felt as though she freed herself from some invisible constraint and she allowed herself the freedom to truly kiss him. Her body relaxed against his and she kissed him with an eagerness she didn’t know she possessed. A spark flared in her body and ran through her, igniting a passion she was aware of but had never experienced until now.
His hand settled on her backside, squeezing it as he pressed her hard against him.
She felt his shaft thick and stiff against her.
He tore his lips away from hers. “Join with me and seal our vows forever.”
He didn’t command, he gave her a choice, made a commitment… forever.
There was no thought to deny him or herself. They were husband and wife and the sooner they lived that truth, the sooner they would have a good marriage, something that had been predicted by more than one healer.
“Aye, husband, I will join with you,” she whispered.
Dar stepped away from her and began to shed his garments.
Elara stood there staring at him for a moment.
He reached out, placing his hand against her cheek gently. “Trust me and trust yourself.”
His words soothed any apprehension, any doubt she might have vanished, and she let herself trust.
He finished shedding his garments, then he helped her with hers, his hands gentle, not rushing, brushing over her arm and along her waist and hip. Each time it sent a shiver through her, not from feeling chilled but from passion that began to heat her body.
It was good Hunters had patience since he’d rather toss her down on the bed and satisfy an overwhelming need he’d never felt as strongly before now. How he would ever get enough of her, he didn’t know. He only knew his need for her was far greater than he had ever felt for any woman. And it was a different need, a need to claim her as his alone and it so overpowered him that he felt a rage that someone else would dare touch her. She belonged to him, only him.
When she finally was naked, he scooped her up in his arms. “You are mine. Always remember that.”
“And you?” she asked.
“I belong to you and only you, and I always will.”
Why that brought joy to her… she didn’t know. She only knew it did, and she tucked his declaration tight inside her.
He placed her on the bed and stretched out beside her and his hand began to roam over her, feather-light, barely brushing her skin.
It sent a shiver through her, and she instinctively arched against his touch, eager to feel more.
That she responded so easily made it that more pleasurable and he continued to explore her body, aching to touch and know every part of her.
He was surprised when she did the same, reaching out to run her hand over his chest and wrap around to slip along his back. His skin prickled with pleasure and his shaft hardened even more.
Slow and easy they explored each other, he drawing moans from her when his lips settled on one nipple then another. And she elicited a moan from him when her hand drifted down and fumbled to take hold of his shaft and drew an even stronger moan from him when she began to stroke it.
They explored, stroked, tasted, kissed until they could contain themselves no more.
“I need you,” Elara said in a heavy whisper.
“Aye, and I you,” Dar said, it sounding more like a growl.
He raised himself over her, settling between her legs that she spread wide in anticipation and need. He didn’t hesitate. He couldn’t, his need as great as hers.
Plunge after plunge drove her to what she was certain had to be a glorious madness with no desire to escape until it reached a height that could only be satisfied with a sudden tumble off a ledge that had her screaming out his name.