Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Waiting for me to tell him what I want in bed. What I need.
With guiding touches, I put his hand on my breast and tell him how I like to be caressed. How I enjoy it when my nipples are plucked and sucked upon, and Ossev is an eager student. He tends to my breast until my nipple is tight and aching, wet from his mouth, and then turns to the other one to give it the same care. As he does, his hand slips between my thighs, rubbing through my wetness, and begins to play with my clit.
He’s a fast learner, my Ossev.
By the time he lifts his head for another kiss, I’m panting and hungry, on the verge of a climax. I moan as I grab a fistful of his silken hair and use my other hand to guide his cock into my body. We’re gazing into each other’s eyes when I seat myself upon him, and I don’t know if I’m the one that gasps or if it’s him. It doesn’t matter. It feels amazing and connected and perfect.
I rock slowly on top of him, our mouths meeting in hungry, frantic kisses as our pace increases. When I whimper and think of how I need my clit to be touched to get off, his hand immediately moves back into action, his thumb rubbing over the perfect spot as I clench around him. Then I’m coming, hard and fast, clutching him tightly as I grind down on his length and he thrusts up into me.
The world ceases to exist outside of my labored panting and the sweaty clutch of our joined bodies. There’s a low, contented throb deep inside me, and when I finally catch my breath and sigh, I realize Ossev has come, too. The insides of my thighs and my core are sticky with his release. He presses kisses on my bare shoulder, nuzzling my skin. “You’ve honored me,” he murmurs. “My sweet Yulenna.”
“Our sweet Yulenna,” comes a voice from the doorway.
I’m not entirely surprised to turn and see Neska standing there. His silvery eyes are glittering, and he watches as I rock my hips over Ossev’s softening length. Ossev tongues my nipple, biting down lightly upon it as I meet Neska’s gaze, and I gasp with a new flutter of arousal. “It seems that Ossev is not the only one that likes to watch.” My voice is shaky with tremors, even as Neska steps into the room, moving toward us. “Shall I call you naughty, too?”
“I am not naughty,” he says in an imperious voice. “I am demanding.”
He crosses the room to our sides and Ossev slips me off his lap, caressing my naked backside as he reclines back on the bed, watching as Neska stalks me and pulls me to him so he can kiss me in a fierce, possessive manner that I would have hated a few months ago and now makes me quiver with hunger.
Neska claims my mouth, biting down on my lower lip and making me whimper with need. He nips me hard and then licks away the flash of pain. “Have you been good to Ossev?”
I moan, because hearing the word “good” does something to me. “So good.” I reach for him. “Did you watch?”
The thought makes me quiver deep in my belly. And even though I just climaxed, I know instinctively that they’re not done with me. They never are after just one orgasm. They always want to give me more. And shamelessly, I will always take more.
He doesn’t answer, but his gaze is unrelenting as he watches me press against him.
That’s all right. I know the answer. “Did you like what you saw?”
“Yes and no.” His gaze dips to my mouth. “I liked that you came. I did not like that it wasn’t me.”
“It can be you,” I say, breathless. “I’m right here.”
Before I can say anything else, he grabs me by the hips and pushes me up against the wall. Spiderwebs tangle into my hair as Neska covers my mouth with his, devouring me even as he slides his robe off. My arms go around him and we’re kissing each other roughly, me biting his lip as he pushes between my thighs. He surges deep and I cry out with pleasure, clinging to him.
Neska takes me hard and fast, his breath heaving as he hammers into me with sharp, punching strokes. I’m slick from before, my body making wet, feverish noises as he claims me, but he doesn’t seem bothered that I’m still wearing Ossev’s leavings, or that the other Aspect remains on the bed, watching us. He’s part of this, because we’re all intertwined. The thought is an all-consuming one and it arouses me. I dig my nails into Neska’s back, holding on tightly as he drives into me, and when I come, it’s with a harsh, wrung-out cry in my throat and a climax that feels as sharp as a knife.