Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
His shoulders rocked with silent laughter. Gazing at him, finding Rathe’s face utterly relaxed and without any of his usual cold reserve, her heart started to race.
He was so, so beautiful this way that she couldn’t help it. “Rathe, I love you.” The words spilled out, made unstoppable by the emotions nearly bursting out from her chest.
Mary knew most would think she was stupid for saying the words so often. Even so, she couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t make herself feel ashamed about it. She loved him, and love was a beautiful thing, not something to be guilty about.
The murmured words had him shaking his head with a mixture of exasperation and lust. “Mary.” A half-groan, accompanied by his knuckles rubbing against her cheek. He couldn’t ever recall a time he had laughed while making love, but with Mary it was quickly becoming the norm.
Looking into her eyes, he said seriously, “I don’t deserve you.”
Her smile dimmed a little. “Please d-don’t say that. When you do, I think about how I’m not the one worthy—-”
He cut her off with a kiss, mouth grinding against hers. They were peas in a pod this way since he couldn’t bear hearing such words from her either.
Lowering himself, he kissed her one last time before moving on to his next target, his mouth latching to one pouting pink nipple as their bodies came into contact.
The feel of his muscular hardness against her curves had Mary moaning and twining her arms around his neck. When he began to suck, hard, rough, and insistent, her moans became louder. She couldn’t help it, not when he was sucking on her nipple like he’d keep doing it until she was begging.
And she did, after a while, the combination of pain and pleasure making her writhe. “Rathe, p-please.” She always ended up begging. Always.
Rathe heeded the request, only to move on to her other nipple and do the same thing. And so it started again, a sensual torture that only Rathe could do. Her fingers tightened its grip on his hair, a part of her wanting to tear away from Rathe’s mouth while another part of her wanted more of it.
As her body arched, pushing her nipple deeper into his mouth, Rathe obliged Mary’s unconscious command, sucking harder before biting, applying just enough pressure to have her screaming and bucking against him.
“Rathe, please!”
He lifted his head, a wicked smile on his thin lips. “We’re just starting, little pearl.”
She just about fainted at the warning. Or was it a threat? She didn’t really know. Right now, all she could do was feel, luxuriating in the sensations that washed over her as Rathe continued his exploration. They had already made love countless times, but the way Rathe fondled her body with such leisure, it was as if he was seeing, touching, feeling her body for the first time. And because of it, she never failed to feel special and cherished, never failed to fall deeper and deeper in love with him.
When he ran his hands over her legs, Mary knew it was her cue. Obeying the silent command, she allowed her legs to part. Wider and wider, to the point that ill-used muscles started to ache.
“I love your pussy.” A jolt of electricity ran through her body at Rathe’s words, and she whimpered, her need for him nearing the point of distress.
She didn’t care if it was weird or not, but she loved it when Rathe talked dirty. He was often so proper, so aloof, that when he talked to her like this, it made her feel special, like Rathe was only lowering her guard with her.
Her thighs began to ache at being pried apart so widely, and when she lifted herself up on her elbows, Mary found Rathe gazing concentratedly on the triangle between her legs.
“Rathe—-” The rest of what she had to say was forgotten, with Rathe lowering his head and licking her folds in exquisite leisure. So, so slowly that by the time he was done she was a total, hot mess.
He glanced up, blue eyes blazing. “Did you like that?”
She glared at him, but she ended up squeezing her eyes shut and gasping when Rathe bent down for another lick, this time lingering on the dewy bud where all her pleasure was centered. She moaned and moaned when Rathe started playing with her clit with his tongue, and she screamed when he started to suck.
“Oh God...Rathe!” She knew there were better – more eloquent – things to say than cry out his name over and over, but all of it was beyond her. All she knew was that she was being devoured...and she wanted more.
Gripping his hair tightly, Mary lifted her hips to meet his devouring mouth, her whole body shaking, her breasts feeling swollen and aching. As he sucked harder on her clit, Mary’s head fell back, and when the tremors started, she tried – she tried her best to quell it. She didn’t want to come until—-