Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Love her more than any person on this fucking Earth ever could and protect her at all costs.
She was my lifeline.
And with her gone, the day was a hard one, not due to the war, not due to our enemies.
It was because of her suffering.
Her stress.
Her horror.
Her pain.
So, Emily yearned for me to knock the stressful edge off, and my cock hoped to bang, pound, and slam it until it was nothing but past memories.
Be steady. She's hurt. Be calm. She needs softness this evening.
Still, every inch of me throbbed and begged to dominate. My body was tight, tense, and coiled like a spring.
There was a storm inside of me, a tornado of lust and desire twisting and spinning, ready for the pending destruction, and it could only be released by the sweetest sin curved within her warm body.
Stay steady.
Quiet, she watched, appearing more vulnerable than I'd ever seen her in my life.
Let my mouse take her time.
All this time, I had battled with controlling her. And always my mouse fought back against it, needing to be in control, doing exactly what she wanted to, and constantly relying on her own strengths as if I wasn't the Lion—the King of the fucking world.
Now she thinks she can control Lunita. Can she?
Emily slipped the thin white gown over her head and let it drop to the floor.
I took in the elegant beauty of my mouse. Her brown skin glistened within the streaks of moonlight. Those soft nipples hardened before my eyes. Her hips curved. Those long beautiful legs spread, revealing that sweet pussy.
Instantly, my brain painted pictures of pleasure through my mind.
Yet, a dark shadow darkened half of her face and embodied the true nature of Emily—the complicated duality of two incredibly dangerous women in one breathtaking body—dark and light, lover and murderer.
Is Lunita watching on the TV?
Then, Emily's sultry voice washed over me like a thrilling caress. “You're still over there. . .Mr. Lion.”
I formed my mouth into a wicked smile. My body buzzed with desire.
She spread her legs wider. “After all that's happened. . .you must be scared of the pussy.”
Groaning, I prowled her way and closed the distance between us. I gazed down at my mouse, feeling the heat radiating off her curvy body. “Say that again?”
“You heard me.”
I placed my hands on the other side of her legs and planted my palms on the table.
She gave me a sly grin.
I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers. “Mysh?”
She shivered against me.
“With words like that, you must want it rough.”
“Maybe.”
“I planned to be soft with you tonight. Delicate.”
“I need more. I feel so. . .different. . .like it's not my body. . .I need you to pound into me. Make me feel like me again.”
A dark groan left me. “Be careful, mysh.”
“Maybe, I don't want to be careful.”
I gripped the edge of the table. “I want you so desperately I'm ready to fuck you until you’re sore.”
She widened her eyes. “Maybe. . .that would be good therapy.”
Fast, I grabbed the braided ends of her hair and yanked her head back.
She gasped for breath and parted those sexy lips. “Oh.”
“Oh is right.” I thrust my tongue between her lips and fucked her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back.
Our tongues collided.
I released her head and slipped my hands down her bare back, enjoying the satin feel of her skin.
Finally.
My balls tightened, ready for release. My cock throbbed in time with my rapid heartbeat.
I moved my mouth from hers and landed kisses down the curve of her neck.
“Kaz.” She arched her breasts up.
My tongue darted forward to trace the edge of her nipple and flicked the sensitive point.
“Mysh.” I caressed her right breast with my other hand, immersing my fingers in her softness.
My cock strained against the pants that bound it. The scent of her arousal perfumed the air around us, luring my beast out of its cave.
“Mmmhmm.” She dropped her hand to her pussy and began to play with her clit.
I left her breasts. The one nipple was wet from my mouth. It glistened in the moonlight. I placed my hands back on the table and glared at her. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
She hit me with a naughty gaze.
“You are so bad.” I shoved the front of my pajama pants down to my thighs. My cock flipped out and pointed in her direction.
Emily's gaze landed on the stiff length. “I need that.”
“Lay down.”
She widened her eyes and lowered, until her back pressed against the table.
“You thought I was scared of this pussy?” I reached forward and cupped her sex. Her clit was swollen and slick. “Scared? When this pussy is all mine.”
“Mmmm.”
I pushed two fingers inside her. “Say sorry.”
“Oh!” Her wet pussy clenched around my fingers.
“Not oh, mysh.” I slowly slipped those fingers in and out of her tight, warm pussy. “I said, say sorry.”