Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Like a ravenous wild animal, R’jaal flips our tangled bodies over and then I’m on my back, my legs in the air, and he’s licking and sucking at my clit again. His fingers stroke through my folds and then he’s pushing inside me, thrusting urgently into my body. I arch up against him, because I didn’t think it was possible for this to feel any better, but clearly I’m wrong. This is mind-blowing and I rock against his face, frantic to come, as he tongues my clit and pistons his fingers into my heat.
I climax with a choked cry, clinging to his horns as he continues to work my clit and pussy, making the orgasm go on for so long that my toes curl, my lungs ache, and stars dance before my eyes. Squeezing my thighs shut, I push his hungry mouth away, cupping my pussy to shield it. If I don’t, he might just keep eating me out for hours, and I’m far too sensitive.
R’jaal groans, pushing my thighs apart and licking his fingers hungrily. It’s clear only one of us came, and I could swear that he’s purring louder while mine has calmed down. Yet, even as I catch my breath, that strange, yearning hunger returns, as strong as ever. It’s like the tide, going out and giving temporary reprieve only to come back all over again. “I’m still needy, R’jaal. I thought at first I was just embracing my inner slut, but now I’m worried. Why was that not enough? What the hell is wrong with me?”
“Let me make you come again,” he insists, nipping at the inside of my thigh. “I will make you feel better.”
I grab at his horns, pulling on them to get his attention. “What is happening to me, R’jaal?”
He moves up my body to face me, pressing his thigh between mine. His fingers capture my chin and then he kisses me, his tongue stroking against mine, and he tastes like pussy. “You are mine. That is what is happening.” He kisses me again, and when I cling to him, his hand moves down and slides between my thighs. He begins to circle my clit with fierce, tiny movements, even as he kisses me. “Remember when I told you that you were my mate? I did not lie. You are mine, R’slind.”
My hips jerk, and I rock against his fingers, because oh fuck, I really am going to come again. I spread my thighs wide as he works my pussy with skilled fingers, his mouth conquering mine.
“I have waited seasons and seasons for you,” he murmurs as he teases me towards another climax. “And you were worth every lonely night. Look at how beautiful you are in my arms, how good I make you feel. Your body knows that you are mine. Your heart knows that you are mine. Your cunt knows that it belongs to me. Let me pleasure you, because it is what I am meant to do, my mate.”
He strokes down to my core and dips his fingers into me, and I’m ashamed—and aroused—at how wet my pussy is. My body is making hungry, wet sounds as he fucks me with his fingers, and then drags all that wetness back up to my clit and circles it again, pushing me over the edge.
When I come a second time, it’s with a cry that’s muffled by his kiss, and I swear R’jaal is devouring what’s left of my sanity…and I’m fine with it. That’s the scariest part of all. This time, after I come, R’jaal grabs his cock and rubs it against my thigh, the wet head leaving a trail on my skin. “R’slind…”
I know what he’s asking. “You want…to come on me?”
“Mark you,” he growls, rubbing his nose against mine. “So they know you are mine. So there is no question. They will smell me all over you.”
It is absolutely barbaric…but titillating all the same. I’m pretty sure Set’nef and his brother have no illusions about who I belong to—I’ve been crawling all over R’jaal and his magic tongue shamelessly for days now. What’s a little semen going to change?
So I spread my thighs wide and reach between us, spreading my flushed folds for him to look at. “You want to paint me…here?”
The choked sound of wonder he makes is the best thing I’ve ever heard. He lets out a ragged breath and strokes his cock, dragging the head over the inside of my thigh and then moving it over my wet pussy—and then he’s coming, spurting hot seed all over my pussy and the insides of my thighs. The look on his face as he does is so intense that I suspect he’s memorizing this moment for all time. And when he finally collapses, his head resting against mine, his brow pressed to mine, I smile with pleasure.