Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“Rahvyn…”
Whilst she tugged at the hold of her clothing, broad hands circled her waist and went farther, until the twin weights of her bare breasts were cupped. That was the clarifier she needed. Finishing what she had started, she yanked the layers off and let them drop to the carpet that covered the cave’s dirt floor.
Lassiter’s eyes were on her, and then his hands were all over her, caressing, exploring.
And finally, he pulled her nipples down to his mouth.
Now his lips… were on her.
As the pleasure ran through her, Rahvyn gave herself up to the waves of heat. In the back of her mind, she realized that this space they were creating, not merely by their isolation in the cave, but by what they were doing with their bodies, was like the netherworld where she had sequestered the Book. This was an alternate reality, one that was impenetrable for its duration, the sensations a boundary that none and no one could break through, the powerful heat burning through her, through him… and yet causing no pain.
Magic, she thought.
This was magic and why it was true:
I love you were indeed the most powerful three words in any language.
* * *
Lassiter wanted to slow it all down. But with half of Rahvyn’s clothes off, and the tip of her breast in his mouth, and his hands on her body, and her thighs once again parting for him…
He was a fucking freight train.
She was right with him, though, clutching his shoulders, arching into his lips, her scent blooming in the cave until all he could smell was her. And God, even though this had been the position Devina had favored most, there was no confusion.
He knew exactly who was riding him—and that was why he’d put Rahvyn on top. Though the demon would never know it, he felt a surge of triumph that the abuser was not the master of him or his body any longer.
“Please,” Rahvyn groaned. “I want you…”
As he let himself fall back, her nipple popped out of his mouth, and holy fuck, she was on the verge of unhinged, her hair a tangle from her writhing on the pillow, her breath coming in a pant, her fangs descended from a hunger that had nothing to do with blood.
And everything about him coming inside of her.
As he was well aware of exactly what she wanted, he might have been tempted to tease them both some more. But not this time. No, the teasing and the begging would come later.
Rolling them once again, he kept his weight only partially on her, and had to grit his teeth in frustration as his erection went in the wrong direction, away from her core—and his hand trembled as he went for the button on her jeans. When her head jerked up, he froze in case he’d alarmed her.
“Yes…” she said. “Please… take them off.”
Yes, ma’am, he thought to himself as he went back to work.
To get at the zipper properly, he had to sit up, which was good because he could take her jeans down her—
Fuck.
She wasn’t wearing underwear.
As he froze, she flushed. “I am sorry, but I do not have proper undergarments upon myself. I had no clean—”
“Are you kidding me? This is the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her abrupt laugh made her breasts bounce, and talk about spoiled for choice. There was so much he wanted to explore on her body, so many things he wanted to do, but at least they had time—
Or do we, he thought with a shot of dread.
Eddie and Adrian had better keep that promise.
As he started to tug at her jeans, the going was tough, those creamy thighs of hers getting better and better looking the farther down he drew the denim—and in the end, he decided that, however efficient disappearing clothes was? This was better.
The torture just made the sex more intense.
And then she was naked, the soft comforter puffing up around her body, the firelight over her skin and her platinum hair, her innocent sensuality making him feel more male than anything else ever had.
“What about you,” she whispered as she looked at the bulge in the front of his scrubs.
“Are you sure?” he said harshly. “I can stop now… but there’s a point of no return.”
Of course he would never do anything to her that she didn’t want, but an orgasm was already right at the tip of his cock—and that was something he would not be able to control for much longer.
“Very, very sure,” she said as she nodded. Then she licked her lips, like she wanted to—
Nope, he couldn’t think like that. Not while he got up onto his knees in front of her. He was liable to come all over himself—and he wanted to save it for filling her up. On that note, he looked down his bare chest to the tie that was earning every bit of its keep trying to prevent a structural breach that would get him arrested for public obscenity if he were anywhere else.