Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 109722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“Royden,” she said on a whispery breath.
“I’m going to touch all of you,” he said and lowered his mouth to suckle hard at her nipple.
Oria groaned with the tantalizing sensation that rushed a wetness to settle between her legs.
He kept his word, faintly touching every inch of her and when his finger finally grazed that most intimate spot she nearly bolted off the bed.
“I’m not going to last long with you torturing me like this,” she warned.
“Then I’ll make you come again,” he said the play of his fingers intending to do just that.
“You promised me we’d make a bairn. I need you inside me for that,” she reminded and reached down to touch his shaft and guide him where she needed him to be. He grabbed her hand and she smiled. “You’re just as ready as I am.”
He brushed a light kiss across her lips. “Aye, but this time I want us to linger until—”
“We both go insane—”
“With pleasure,” he finished and his mouth went to one of her nipples.
How could making love be so tortuously blissful? Oria didn’t know and didn’t care. She simply allowed herself to get lost in every exquisite touch, in how his lips and teeth rose sensations along her flesh and deep inside her that were foreign yet so welcoming. She ached for him to be inside her, yet she didn’t want him to stop touching her, kissing her, loving her.
She gasped when he turned her over and proceeded to touch her and kiss every bit of her quivering flesh. When he nipped at her bottom, a surge of desire shot through her so strong she thought she’d burst in climax.
Oria dug her hands into the bedding and buried her face in the mattress, fearful her passionate scream would echo throughout the keep when his fingers found their way inside her to tease and torment.
She barely had a rationale thought in her head and as for a breath? She didn’t think she had a breath left, passion strangling her senseless.
It was too much. She was going to burst any moment and she was too breathless to warn him.
Suddenly, she was on her back and ever so grateful when he shoved her legs apart and entered her with a hard thrust that had her crying out and gripping his arms. He rammed into her hard and fast and she met his every thrust with her own. He couldn’t go deep enough for her and she arched high and hard, hearing their flesh slap wildly against each other.
His rumbling groan grew and she knew he was near. She was already there, another thrust, just one more and…
Oria screamed, pleasure consuming her like a fit of divine madness that tossed her about and consumed her over and over and over again.
Royden thought for certain he stood on the precipice of death, endless, blissful pleasure devouring every inch of him as he emptied into her. He dropped his head back and groaned as her muscles tightened around his shaft, as if squeezing every last drop of his seed out of him.
He dropped forward over her and went to roll off her, but she wrapped her arms around him, not that they fit all the way around, or that she was strong enough to hold him there, but then he was too spent to stop her. And truth be told he didn’t want to pull out of her yet, or move off her.
Her hips wiggled slightly beneath him and he raised his head and the look on her face told him that she needed to climax again. He’d realized, quite happily, that she rarely had one climax. Sometimes it was a brief second one and other times it was as strong as the first.
He didn’t hesitate. He might not be as hard as he’d been but he was lucky enough to have a sizeable shaft and a few thrusts had her sighing with pleasurable relief.
When her sigh drifted off completely, he rolled off her, bringing her to rest against him.
They laid there, their flesh damp with sweat, and their bodies quenched with pleasure. It wasn’t until Oria shivered that Royden hurried to retrieve the mangled blanket at the end of the bed and spread it over the both of them.
Oria cuddled against him, placing her head on his shoulder and looking up at him. “This may not be the time to ask, but after the exquisite way we made love, I have to know how you learned all the wonderful things you do to me. Did a woman teach you such skill?”
He ran his thumb over her lips, plump from kissing. “I never touched another woman like that. It was meant for you and you alone. I would dream about the different ways I wanted to make love to you. That was one of them.” He smiled. “And believe me when I say it far surpassed my expectations.”