Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 44148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
My face was on fire, and I had no doubt it was red from my shyness and embarrassment. He moved back to the far end of the grotto, and I took a hesitant step forward, then another. I still couldn’t believe all it had taken for me to get almost completely naked and into the pool with him was a few softly spoken words.
I thought about the feel of his skin on mine and remembered the kiss he’d given me. I felt the arousal that was still a fierce presence in my body.
But more than that, the driving force of wanting to be close to Azar was the memory and knowledge that he could have been killed fighting the Draco male. That reality had all the worry and fear being pushed to the back of my mind.
For so long I hadn’t actually lived. I’d just been surviving one day at a time, my life a monotonous string of events that were repetitious. I had no real connections, no real friends aside from Tilly. Food was scarce, and when I did eat my rations, they had no flavor, serving as fuel just to keep me going.
But ever since setting eyes on Azar, actual life moved through me. Desire and need bloomed in me. Hope that things weren’t as desolate as I always saw them grew in my soul. It was like a strike of fire deep within my belly. And it was those thoughts that careened in my head as I stepped into the warm water, trying not to stare at Azar even though I felt his gaze on me.
Once I was submerged, the water caressing my shoulders, I let my arm fall away from my chest, and my hand slid away from between my thighs. I still wasn’t looking at him, but the gentle lapping of the water against me and then the sensation of him right in front of me had me looking up. He was just so big compared to me, and although the grotto could’ve easily fit four large-sized Dragao males, he seemed to dwarf the pool.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured deeply and lifted his hand to brush the wet strands of my hair off my shoulder. I shivered, feeling an incessant throb between my thighs. I was unbelievably wet, and it had nothing to do with being surrounded by water.
I found myself leaning into his touch. It would’ve been smarter if I kept my distance, but I didn’t want to. I was so tired. Just so damn tired of not having someone look at me the way Azar did. I was so damn tired of being lonely. I just wanted to feel. I opened my eyes, not realizing I’d slid them shut as he gently stroked my lips.
He murmured something low, too low for me to hear, but I didn’t need to know the words to understand their sentiment. He was grateful I was here with him.
“I need to…” He didn’t finish his sentence, just let out a low growl of pleasure and slanted his mouth down on mine, startling me with the intensity coupled with the softness of his lips.
He kissed me slowly. Easily. But with each passing second, I could feel his passion for me increasing, burning brighter, igniting my own until it was at a fever pitch. I didn’t know I had my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, pulling myself closer to him, until my chest was pressed to his. He groaned against my lips, his hands sliding down along my shoulders, along my arms before settling against my hips. And I didn’t stop him. I would’ve died before I let that happen. This felt too good.
And then he was gripping my waist with a gentle hold, his fingers lightly digging into my flesh. I mewled against his mouth as he shifted us, pulling me on top of his lap so my legs were now spread over his thighs. I could feel the hard length of him prodding between my legs, liquid heat pooling from my pussy. I pressed down on him, and he growled low, kissing me fiercely. I felt like I was burning alive. But I didn’t want to stop. I never wanted him to stop.
He pulled back, and I sucked in some much-needed air. His gaze traveled right down to my chest. I knew the bandeau that bound my breasts was completely soaked through, knew my nipples were obscenely pressed against the thin material. I know it’s transparent. I could feel the heavy ache of the mounds, my desire a living thing inside me.
Azar held my gaze with his own, and then I felt his fingers move against the small ties that held the flimsy strip of material that covered my pussy. My breathing was coming faster and harder and echoing off the cavern walls. I knew he went slow to give me a chance to stop him. I wouldn’t. And when it was clear I wasn’t going to stop any of this, he pulled the ties out of their loose knot, the material parting before falling to the bottom of the grotto.