Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
"You're touching what's mine," he counters.
"Then come and touch them." I cup my breasts, as if giving him an invitation.
He makes a low, growly sound in his throat that sends a thrill shooting through my body, and then he climbs onto the bed on hands and knees, stalking forward as if I'm his prey. Did I not just come moments ago? Because I'm getting all squirmy all over again, ready for him to touch me and fuck the hell out of me. "My Mina," he practically purrs.
I suck in a breath at how sexy that sounds, and my fingers tease my nipples harder. "My Crul…" and then I pause, because I know he doesn't want to be called by that name.
"Mmm, I actually like that." He bends over me and swats my hand away from my breast, studying the small mound with intensity. "Yours. That's what I should be called. My Crul. Mycrul." He slurs the sounds together. "So whenever I hear it, I know I'm not him, but your mate."
"Mycrul," I murmur. "It's a hell of a lot better than Jonathan."
"Are these sensitive?" he asks, cupping one of my small breasts in his giant hand. His thumb strokes over the tip, his expression thoughtful. "You're so soft here."
I whimper, my heels digging into the bed. "Very sensitive."
"As sensitive as your clit?" He leans down and his breath fans over one peak.
"In…different ways, but yes." God, he's making me crazy with this casual examination of my body.
He bends over my breast, squeezing it lightly so he can feed the pale pink tip into his mouth, and the breath sobs out of me when his lips close over it. His tongue flicks against the tip and then he sucks on it, then licks it again, as if testing out different strategies.
My hands flutter to his shoulders, looking for his mane that's no longer there. It's going to take some time to get used to, but if it makes him feel different than the other Crulden, then I love it. "Mycrul," I breathe, trying out his new name as I scrape my nails over the stubble on the back of his neck. "Your mouth feels so good."
Mycrul laps teasing circles around the tip, until it's wet and gleaming, and then lifts his mouth and moves to my other breast. "I like this." His teeth nip—ever so carefully—at the peak, giving my skin a light scoring that sends shivers through my body. "You have so many pleasure spots. I wonder if I can touch them all at once?"
And he props his weight up on one elbow, nuzzling at my breast as his other hand reaches between my thighs.
The needy sound I make is practically unholy. "Need you," I tell him, scratching at his scalp in the way I know he likes. "If you want to make me come again, do it with your cock. I want you inside me, filling me up."
His control falters. Mycrul shudders against me, lowering his head, even as he strokes his fingers through the wet folds of my pussy. "Mina…"
"Oh no," I say, dragging his head up. "Don't you get shy and worried on me now. We're going to have sex and it's going to be glorious."
He rolls onto his back next to me in the bed. It's bigger and softer than the bed we had back in his cell, but being here with him reminds me of those times, and I have to resist the urge to draw the blankets over our heads so we can have privacy. No one here will spy…but still. Mycrul closes his eyes, the back of his hand on his brow, and his skin is sheened with a fine sweat. "Just let me compose myself so we can go slow. Give me…a moment."
We've had a thousand moments slip through our grasp. I don't know why he suddenly thinks I'm so breakable, but I'm determined not to waste any more time. I sit up and then sling my leg over his hips until I straddle him. "Looks like I'm taking control, then."
He groans, his eyes fluttering open and his hands going to my hips. He clasps me against him. "Such a bossy creature."
"You love it."
"I do." He lifts me as if I weigh nothing, then settles me over him, my folds clasping his cock between them. He rocks me up and down his length, rubbing me over him and groaning. "Oh, I do."
My eyes nearly roll back in my head at how good it feels. I never thought having him grind against me like this would feel so damn amazing, but he manages to hit my clit with every rolling thrust, and between that and the friction, I'm a goner. He works me over him until I'm moaning, my pussy soaked once more.
But then he just keeps rocking me over him, and I realize this is another stalling tactic. Sneaky, sneaky, gorgeous man.