Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 137871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 689(@200wpm)___ 551(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 689(@200wpm)___ 551(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Although his pants formed a barrier between them, the strain of his cock was pronounced enough that there was little mystery to what he wanted next. She squirmed beneath him, a sense of need building, which she had no idea how to relieve.
He caught her hand and pressed it to the bulge. “Feel what you do to me.”
Her eyes widened. Her fingers could hardly close around his girth, regardless of the way he was compressed in his clothes. “Does it hurt you?”
“No, but it makes it more difficult to take my time. And I want to take my time with you, Grace.”
“I want that too.” Or at least she thought she did. “What can I do to make things less difficult?”
He laughed. “If you touch me, it will only speed things up.”
“Oh.” She let go of him. “Then why did you put my hand on you?”
“To show you where you will kiss me.” He thrust his hips and groaned. “But first, I want to be inside of you. I want that more than I want to live past dawn.”
She could feel his wanting as much as she felt his struggle with restraint. He seemed to be more pained than in any sort of pleasure. “We don’t have to wait—”
He kissed her mouth, his tongue gliding over hers possessively as his hand tangled in her hair, silencing her words. She surrendered to his lead as he crushed his body against her, grinding his hard length against her sex with enough promise to make the bed creak.
When he broke away, he was panting. His hungry stare traveled down her body as if he wanted to devour every inch of her. She fought the urge to cover herself, unsure what he intended.
“You’re gorgeous.”
His fingers trailed over her breasts, caressing the gentle slopes and teasing lower around her belly button. She instinctively sucked in a breath when his hand closed over hers.
“No.” He pulled her fingers away. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me.” He trailed his touch between her legs, gliding back and forth until he parted her folds. “Open yourself to me.”
Heaviness gathered at her core as she slowly forced her knees to widen.
“More.”
Her face heated as he pressed his finger deeper. The intrusive pressure wasn’t painful but it certainly wasn’t anything she’d experienced before. Gentle strokes probed in and out as arousal slickened his knuckles. He penetrated her with careful progress, never pushing too hard or too fast. Although he was deep, his touch was incredibly gentle and controlled.
“This is where my body will connect with yours.” He sank his touch deeper and held, the bone of his knuckle kissing her pelvis. “My cock will be much thicker, so I’ll stretch you first to assure there is little pain. You want me to show you pleasure, right?”
With a shaky breath, she nodded, her deepest desire not to disappoint him in any way.
“Good.” The pressure between her legs expanded as he fit another finger inside of her. “Does that hurt you?”
“No. I just feel…pressure. Heaviness. And hot.”
He grinned. “Hot is good.”
His touch withdrew only to surge forward again. He created a slow rhythm that built the way a bellows feeds a flame. Heat burned her skin the longer he touched, teasing a sensitive spot that caused her to stiffen.
He chuckled. “Did you feel something you liked?”
He grazed the spot again, and she gasped.
“There’s one more kiss I want to show you.” He trail his mouth down her stomach, and his mouth opened over that sensitive spot, and the pressure inside of her released like a cloud letting go of rain.
His finger continued to stroke and tease, nudging deeper but never sharply. A gentle haze softened the air around them as he kissed and nibbled her, every slow lick causing her to blush fiercely, but the pleasure was too great to ask him to stop. His lips closed over her and moaned as if she tasted sweeter than honeyed wine.
She sensed he’d reached a sort of barrier. “A bit of pain is a small price for the pleasure we’ll experience tonight when we bond.”
“I’m sorry?”
“So am I. This part will sting.”
“What?” She gasped as the gentle teasing sharpened into something unpleasant, that thin barrier she’d sensed tearing away.
“Drink.” His wrist was at her mouth the moment she tried to scoot away, and her fangs instinctively punctured the skin. Rich, earthy blood flooded her mouth and the pain subsided as her body rapidly healed from the slight injury.
He groaned and pressed his wrist tighter as his body caressing her everywhere they touched. “Keep drinking.”
His head lowered and his mouth returned to kissing her intimately between her legs. The pain was now only a memory and when he thrust his fingers inside of her, her body was open to him in ways it wasn’t before.
She drank hungrily, swallowing down his blood as she became accustomed to its robust flavor. The wet slide of his tongue skating over her flesh, teasing until she eagerly stretched and arched into him. She greedily cradled his wrist to her mouth, taking everything he offered as if drunk on lust and gluttony.