Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
It is time. I am done with waiting.
I lie down and indicate she should join me. She moves to my side, curling up against me, her gaze flicking to my aching cock before she looks up at me once more. Now that she is on her back, I roll over onto her. She trembles a little but watches me with flushed anticipation, a question in her eyes.
I cannot answer her questions yet. I will soon, though. I press my mouth to hers again, and she sighs with pleasure, her eyes closing. I make my way across her jaw with presses of my mouth. She cranes her neck, giving me access to her skin, and then I feel it.
My fires flare hot in my fangs, burning with the need for release. They fill quickly and extend, brushing against the inside of my mouth. Hot, terrible need flares through me, as thick and rich as the madness. I cannot wait any longer. I must claim her now.
I press one more ks to my mate's neck, and then sink my teeth deep even as I push her thighs open and sink my cock into her. I should not take her like this—a potential mate should be taken from behind—but I know Ruh-chul is mine. I will never spill my seed on her back and shame her.
She will take all of me.
Ruh-chul jerks against me, her gasp one of startled pain. I smooth her hair with my hand. I want to tell her how perfect she is. How wonderful. How good she tastes. I batter at her mind with such thoughts, but there is still nothing. Soon, I promise myself, even as I fill her veins with my fires. My mouth works on her throat, and I do not dare move my cock and pump into her like I want to, because I will not last long. The hot clench of her body is too good, my need too great.
Madness roars in my head, along with hungry need. I am utterly aware of her body, her walls tight around my cock. She ripples in response to my movements, as if her insides are twitching at my invasion. Beneath me, Ruh-chul is utterly silent, unmoving. I want to lift my head and look into her eyes, but I cannot, not while my fires are being transferred. I press my tongue against her throat, trying to tease, and when that action elicits no response, I move my hand to her breast, and then lower, to her cunt.
That gets a reaction. She inhales sharply, and her hips lift. The sensation makes my pulse race, and the madness of claiming her mingles with hunger for my mate. I am too rough with her, I think, but it is too late to worry about such things now. All I can do is ensure that I give her more pleasure than pain. Gently, I rub her clit even as I rock my hips against hers.
The sound she makes is…intense. Her arms twitch, and then she wraps them tightly around my shoulders, clinging to me. It is a silent request for more, and it fills me with such joy that I growl against her pretty throat, and my hips thrust forward of their own volition. I cannot stop. Now that she is mine and I am buried in her? I must claim her.
I must.
I pump into her, moving faster and faster. I cannot stop. Giving her my fires has ignited an inferno inside my body, and I rock into her wildly even as I work her clit, determined to make her feel the same pleasure I do. Her tight breaths turn to moans, and then she is lifting her hips to meet mine, and I have never felt anything better.
My release explodes out of me, and with a roar, I give the last of my fires to her even as I flood her cunt with my seed. Perfect. Mine.
All mine.
My thoughts are hazy as I come down from my release. She wiggles underneath me, and I realize that I did not make her come again. Lazily, I try to correct that, rocking my hips in slow movements against hers even as I drag my thumb over her clit. She gives the barest of quivers, her body tensing around me, and then she pants, too, and I can feel pleasure wash through my mind.
Her pleasure.
My mind.
I touch her thoughts, utterly fascinated. They are hazy—as hazy as mine—but they will grow stronger. Exhaustion is taking over me, the result of giving so much of my fires. I roll off of her and pull her against me, holding her close even as my eyes slide shut. Her thoughts flick through mine, mere shadows, but I lean in to them, fascinated at the gentle touch of her mind.