Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Since he was still kneeling and I was sitting on the couch, this worked pretty well. I was about to wrap my legs around his sides and wrap my arms around his neck. For a long moment we clung together. He felt so good in my arms—his muscular body molding to mine and his warm, spicy scent seemed to send my hormones into overdrive. I wanted him.
I didn’t even mind that the silky red robe the cottage had provided had opened and I was naked beneath it. I barely noticed my own state of undress, I was so glad to hug my fallen angel again.
But Kael certainly noticed my near-nakedness.
“Mmm, Mistress,” he murmured, pulled back a little to look at me. “You’re bare under this little robe.”
“The better to let you heal me,” I told him. “Which is what I want you to do now.”
I was beginning to feel sexy and bossy—just like I had the first time we’d come together. From the way Kael’s silver eyes went half-lidded at my tone, he was feeling it too.
“Show me what you would have me do, Mistress,” he rumbled. “Show me where to heal you.”
“Here,” I said, and spread my legs for him.
I wasn’t wearing any panties and I saw Kael’s eyes go wide as I opened for him. But the next minute, the guilt was back on his face when he saw the faded red marks on my inner thighs.
“Gods, I hurt you so deeply,” he murmured, leaning forward to study the marks which wouldn’t fade completely.
“No more of that talk!” I exclaimed. “I’ll let you heal me but no guilt allowed.”
“But I—” he began.
I cut him off by weaving my fingers through his thick black hair and pulling him forward.
Of course he was strong enough to resist me if he didn’t want to do it…but I didn’t feel any push back from him at all. Instead, he let out a low groan that sounded like pure need and murmured,
“Gods, Mistress…”
Then he began kissing and licking my inner thighs.
My heart was pounding and my breath was coming in short little pants as I watched him do it. His healing power made me tingle and all the tingles seemed to be going directly to my pussy, which was getting wetter and hotter and more needy by the second.
But Kael refused to be rushed. He continued to kiss my inner thighs tenderly and bathed them with his tongue until every last red mark was gone. Then he looked up at me, his eyes lazy with lust.
“Mistress,” he growled softly. “May I heal you deeper? I filled your pussy with my seed as well—I know you must need healing there.”
Actually, I wasn’t burned on the inside nearly as badly as I had been on my inner thighs—I don’t know why. But who was I to refuse more “healing?”
“You may,” I said primly and wove my fingers through his hair again. “In fact, I’ll guide you.”
He growled softly and looked up at me.
“Gods, I love it when you guide me, Mistress—when you tell me exactly what you need from me.”
“Right now what I need is for you to lick my pussy,” I said, still feeling bossy.
My words seemed to really affect him because he groaned and shifted some. He was wearing a short white garment, with a golden sash—like something you might see in a film about Ancient Greece. Or about Heaven, I guessed. Looking down, I could see that the thin fabric was tenting in a most suggestive way.
“Service me, Kael,” I told him in my best Mistress voice. “Heal my pussy with your tongue.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned. And then he wound his muscular arms around my thighs and split me even wider. I barely had time to gasp before he leaned over and began to absolutely devour me.
The very first time Kael had gone down on me, he had been gentle and slow—clearly knowing that I wasn’t used to it and that I felt uncertain about myself.
But now that my confidence was on display and I knew exactly what I wanted, he was more than willing to get a little crazy. I moaned and tugged his hair, bucking my hips up to meet his talented tongue. One minute he was lashing my aching clit with the tip of his tongue and the next he was sucking it into his mouth and caressing it.
The back and forth was driving me crazy, but finally he settled down to licking me just the way I loved it, slowly stroking the right side of my clit, which was the most sensitive place.
I moaned and pressed my pussy shamelessly against his mouth, riding his tongue as he teased me slowly to orgasm. This wasn’t about healing me anymore—he just wanted to make me come. That was fine with me—I wanted to come, too and I was getting close…so close…I just needed a little something more…