Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Ah.” She arched her back and closed her eyes. “This feels so good.”
“Your fingers?” His voice was strained. “I think you’ve forgotten how my cock feels.”
She peeled her eyelids open and gave him a passion-drenched look. “Maybe I have. If you’re good, I’ll let you remind me.”
“Katherine.” He hoped his voice held a warning, because she was pushing him too hard.
She smiled. “Impatient?”
“Fuck.”
“Just a bit longer, but you can speed things up.”
“Tell me.”
“Touch my breasts the way you do when your climax is near, and fuck me with your fingers.”
The sound that came from his chest was animalistic. A growl. He gritted his teeth and rolled her nipple. When she pulled out her finger, he took over where she’d stopped.
“Don’t stop playing with yourself,” he said. “I want to watch.”
He slipped one finger inside, testing to make sure she was ready for him, while she rubbed a forefinger over her clit.
“How is this?” he asked, watching her closely.
The blue of her eyes turn darker. Her inner muscles contracted around his finger.
“I want to come with you, Katherine.”
She got onto her knees, giving him the access.
“Now?” he asked, not wanting to take away her power.
In answer, she lowered herself onto him. Her pussy took him like a hot, wet fist. He balled his hands to keep from touching her, but when she started moving, it was too much.
“Fuck it.” He grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her back, pressing his cock at her entrance.
“Katherine.” Her name was a plea. “I only have so much control.”
“Lose it,” she challenged.
Those were the magic words that made him snap. Grabbing her face between his palms, he pushed deeper. From a distant corner of his mind, he tried to hold onto reason. He wanted to be gentle, but it was so damn hard with her rubbing against him.
“Come on,” she cooed. “Give it to me harder. I know you can.”
He plunged forward, stretching her, feeling her, and everything else but his love ceased to exist. He lost all reason as she locked her ankles behind his ass. She was everywhere, all around him—her body, her scent, her essence, her love. He lost himself, giving in to the power of the feelings surging through him. She grabbed his shoulders for support as he moved faster, desperately trying to fill her with every inch of him, every damn thing that made him a man.
When her moans became incoherent, he fucked her harder, deeper. Gentle would have to come later.
“Please, Lann.”
Her begging did it. The atoms around them split. Her muscles clenched around him as her orgasm hit, setting off his climax. The pleasure was a violent explosion. A tornado ripped through the room, hurling the bed sheets through the air. Her hair whipped around her face as his lashed like a whip at his back. Incredible heat detonated through his body. She blurred in his vision as the edges faded. Gravity disappeared. Nothing existed but them, and air. They were floating, their faces contorted with pleasure as the bed curtains billowed in a howling wind. The turbulent elements lashed at him until their aftershocks ebbed out, and they slowly caught their breaths again.
The air dipped, and then stilled. Spent, they collapsed onto the mattress.
“Ah, krasavitsa,” he said with his nose pressed to her hair. “I love you, woman.”
“I love you, man,” she said with a smile in her voice.
In contrast, his tone was serious. “You know what kind of man I am.”
“Yes.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re the man who moves my air.”
He looked around at the disheveled bed and the linen on the floor. “We better stop letting it get out of hand like this.” He grinned. “One of these days, we’re not going to come back down.”
“Stop talking,” she said, pulling his mouth to hers, “and let’s fly higher and wilder.”
“Anything you want, my beauty, but first, it’s my turn.”
Already the air started moving again.
Epilogue
Everyone was gathered for the baptism in the Josselin Castle chapel where Clelia and Joss had gotten married. Kat held Thomas, dressed in a white frock in her arms, facing the priest. For the occasion, she’d shopped with Clelia, dragging a complaining Maya along, and had chosen an off-white dress with blue embroidery. Lann stood next to her, looking ravishingly handsome in a cream pinstripe suit and crisp blue shirt.
As the priest performed the ritual, Kat felt for Lann’s hand. He squeezed her fingers. Cain was there, looking pleased. Erwan sat next to Cain, his weathered face pulled into a grin. Her parents sat behind Cain and Erwan. Her mother’s eyes shone with happy tears, and even her dad had to wipe an inconspicuous hand over his cheek.
Bono sat on the other side of the aisle with Maya. He carried the diaper bag. He’d bought a remote control helicopter as a baptism gift, even if Kat had laughingly told him that Thomas wouldn’t be able to play with it for at least another eight years. Maya wore a green outfit that matched her eyes, looking striking as usual. Clelia and Joss sat behind Maya and Bono, Clelia’s hand grasped in Joss’s big paw. Now that they had the serum, they wanted to start a family as soon as possible. Eve sat next to them, her face serene for the first time in months.