Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
She stepped closer to him.
He lifted her chin with his finger as he brought his lips down on hers, not soft or hard but with urgency as if he simply could not resist her. He lifted her then, holding her close, their naked bodies firm against each other and he held her there a few moments before placing her down on the bed. He followed her, stretching out beside her.
He did not want to wait. He wanted to slip into her, ride her fast and hard, but that was not the memory he wanted her to have of this night. Besides, he wanted to explore every inch of her with his hands and his lips. Make certain he left his mark on her. Make sure he claimed every inch of her.
Everywhere he touched was soft and yet firm, like no woman he had ever felt. She responded to his every touch, moving into it eagerly as if she could not get enough, as if she never wanted his hands to leave her.
And he didn’t want to stop. His lips traced the path his hands traveled. There was a sweetness to her skin that he favored and so enjoyed.
Her breasts were just the right size, full and firm in his hand, her nipples taut against his tongue, her waist a slender curve that flowed over perfectly rounded hips, and the softest triangle of hair that covered the precious bud his fingers eagerly skimmed over.
Adira was lost in the pure pleasure of his tender touch. And she wanted to do the same, touch him. She reached out to touch where she could. His muscled arms. His hard chest. Along his firm back. And she loved running her fingers through his hair and holding tight there when his mouth settled on her nipples.
It was a dance of movement, of touch, of kisses that worked in unison. No awkward movements. It was as if they knew each other, that they were meant to be. Always meant to be.
Dravic spread her legs with his knee, and his manhood growing ever more needy when she spread them further, ready for him, welcoming him.
He moved over her slowly, but when he saw the need in her eyes, felt the eagerness in her body, he didn’t wait. He entered her slowly, giving her time to get used to him, inching in, not wanting to hurt her until he could not wait any longer. With a deep thrust he went deeper and her body stiffened.
He stopped and looked at her and caught the grimace of pain before it faded. He silently cursed himself, but then she smiled and moved against him. He could see that a slight pain still lingered in her eyes and the only thing he thought to do was to bring her as much pleasure as he could so that she would think of nothing else.
And he did.
He set a rhythm she easily matched as her hands firmly gripped his arms. Their rhythm grew faster, harder, and her grip tighter.
Adira was lost in a sensation she did not understand, nor did she care if she did. She felt free, truly free. And alive. So alive. No restraints held her, not even her lack of voice or hearing. At this moment, she was a woman like any other woman in the arms of the man she loved.
The thought flared the sensation beyond comprehension, and she burst with such pleasure that if she had a voice she would scream out with joy. Instead, she dug her fingers into the king’s arms and lost herself in the wave of pleasure that seemed never-ending.
He felt her climax. It raced through him so strongly that it sent him plunging over the edge and nearly roaring. But he clamped his mouth shut hard. He would have no one hear him. No one know they had become intimate… not yet.
He collapsed on top of her, his climax so strong he felt devoid of strength. Her arms wrapped around him, hugging him tight as if she didn’t want him to move, didn’t want to let him go. And he remained for a few moments, relishing the feeling of her love.
Adira reluctantly let go of him when he moved to roll off her and was pleased when he slipped his arm around her and tucked her against him. She thought she would worry that she didn’t please him, yet she knew she did. She felt it, felt his need, his pleasure, and how much he enjoyed it. How satisfied he was.
She snuggled against him, happy to be naked in his arms.
Dravic realized only then how silent their lovemaking had been and how he felt more satisfaction with Adira’s silence than he ever had with any woman who cried out in pleasure. But then he had not felt anything for those women. They had been there to satisfy a need, nothing more.