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)
“You think no one else struggles?” He taps at my pant leg and then gives it a tug, indicating I should lie back and let him finish undressing me. I do, and he pulls them down my hips. “When my clan was whittled down to three others and myself after the Great Smoking Mountain erupted the first time, I felt so much despair that it was hard to get up every morning. I kept moving because the others were struggling, too, and I knew I was not alone. And when we left the island and came here, we focused on the good. That we could have mates. We had to, or else the sadness of losing our homeland would overwhelm us. And when I did not resonate, the sadness threatened to overwhelm me. So yes, I know what it is to struggle.”
The knot in my throat feels thick. “I didn’t mean to make it sound like you didn’t, R’jaal.”
“I know you did not.” He tosses my pants aside and casts a hungry look over my body. “I am just saying I understand. I know what it is to struggle with dark thoughts. I know that you will get through them, and I am here with you. I will cherish you and support you through it all.”
Now I really am going to start crying. “You’re the best. You know that, right? You always make me feel like you truly see me. That whatever happens, it’s going to be okay because you’re at my side.” I reach for him, wanting to caress him and show him how much I care. “I love you.”
R’jaal smiles and slides up against me in the furs, covering my body with his larger one. He’s warm and heavy in all the best ways and I put my arms around him. “My heart has been so full ever since you arrived, my mate.”
“Oh, R’jaal.” I stroke his cheek. I can’t imagine having someone this attentive and loving and him having no outlet. Him having no one to love. How hard it must have been. “I love you, too.”
“Ever since I saw you,” he murmurs. “My heart was yours in that instant.”
I chuckle. “I confess I probably didn’t fall in love until you licked my pussy for the first time.”
He kisses me, his lips lightly moving over mine. “I have a confession, too.”
“Oh?”
“I did not have to lick your cunt to show them you were mine. I just wanted to.”
I gasp, then burst into laughter. “You sly dog! You made it seem like it was life or death!”
“It was for me. Because if I did not taste you, I was going to die.” He leans in, nibbling at my jaw and then grazing my neck with his teeth. “I needed you badly. I still do. And I loved mating your cunt with my tongue.”
Biting back a moan, I squirm underneath him at that vivid imagery. “You know, I haven’t done the same for you yet. Turnabout is fair play.”
That makes him pause. He lifts his head and gazes down at me, confusion and lust in his eyes. “You would…tongue my cock?”
“I would. I could take it in my mouth and suck on it,” I promise him, and when hot need flares in his eyes, I decide that it’s time for me to do the giving. Really, how have we gone this long without me going down on him? It’s because he’s so quick to pleasure me that he completely distracts me. No longer. I cup his jaw and give him a look that means business. “Lie on your back for me.”
R’jaal’s breath catches in his throat. With a groan, he does as I command, flinging himself onto the furs. Even lying down, his cock rises from his leathers a thick bulge just aching to be freed. The sight of it makes my mouth water.
“It’s my turn to pleasure you,” I tell him, taking off my breast band and tossing it away. My breasts hang down, their full weight swaying, and I drag them over his bare chest. I move to his side, licking my way down his hard stomach to his navel. I’m incredibly aware of every stutter of his breath, the way his hands clench into the furs at his side, the rapid twitching of his tail. It’s like he wants to touch me but also doesn’t want to interrupt, and it fills me with affection…and makes me want to do dirty, dirty things to him.
“Just being with you is a pleasure,” he tells me.
I snort and ignore that. “If you don’t want my mouth on your cock, just say so.”
“No—I want that,” he amends quickly, reaching for me. “Do with me as you like, my mate.”
“This is as much fun for me as it is for you, you know.” I carefully pull at the ties holding his leggings in place. Sometimes R’jaal wears nothing but a loincloth, but today he’s got all his goodies covered up. Clearly I need to fix that. I tug the low-waisted leggings down to his hips, kissing and mouthing at his obliques before continuing southward. His cock practically springs free from its confines, pointing into the air, the tip of it flushed and already slick with pre-cum. “Delicious.”