Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 127722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
He got me right to his base and squeezed my ass cheeks as he held me there. He didn’t pin me up against the rock to support my weight. He carried me with his large arms, not the least bit tired.
My arms hooked around his neck, and I looked into his dark gaze, seeing the blue eyes that had struck me the first moment I saw them. They had been meaningless to me at the time, but they’d slowly become everything to me. They were the eyes I saw first thing in the morning. The eyes I saw before I went to sleep. They were the eyes in my dreams too. Beautiful. Powerful. Intense.
He began to raise and lower me over his dick, my wet body smearing his length with dripping lubrication. The only reason we fit together so well was because he could make me wetter than I’d ever been.
With just the power of his strong physique, he guided me up and down, his arms thick like tree trunks. But a labored breath never escaped his lips. A look of fatigue never entered his hard expression. “I told you to run.”
I breathed louder every time his dick moved inside me, his big size stretching me to the limit. He was back in my arms, safe and sound, hardly a scratch on him, and my life felt complete once more. “You should know by now that I never listen.”
He increased the pace, his core perfectly still as his arms did all the work.
“I’d never leave you.”
His arms moved faster, and he fucked me savagely, his face tinting, his expression hardening.
“Never.”
He released a heavy breath that came out as a moan. “Fuck, baby.”
My arms tightened on his neck, and I felt the pull start in my belly. It was warm and deep, an ache that felt almost painful. The feeling stretched out everywhere, migrating to my limbs, hitting my toes. My breaths turned deep and ragged, and soon I was moaning into the darkness. “Babe…”
He moved hard, his hips getting into it too. “Yes, baby.”
My moans turned into loud screams, and I clawed at his back as I felt it all at once. It felt so good, made my vision blur with tears, made my nipples harden so much they ached. My face dropped into his neck because I couldn’t do anything else except writhe.
Both of his hands squeezed my ass hard as he gave a loud groan.
I could feel it. Feel the way his cock thickened. Feel the weight he’d just deposited inside me.
It felt so good that I clawed him even deeper. “Yes…”
He approached the finish, his arms slowing their pace. Soon, he came to a stop altogether and held me against him, his forehead pressed to mine, his cock still deep inside me. It didn’t go soft like it did most nights. It stayed rock hard, as if that was only the beginning. “Watching you come for me on a dragon…fuck me.”
30
ELORA
The sun had barely peeked over the horizon when I was out of bed and on my way to the forge. Without the sun, the wind stung with cold, and sometimes I closed my eyes just to avoid it.
I turned the corner and headed down the alleyway toward my shop. My finger dug into the corner of my eye and rubbed the balls of sleep out of the crevice when I noticed my front shop door open and close. “What the…?”
A man with his back turned to me inserted a pick into the keyhole and locked it back into place…like he had a fucking key. He wore a cloak with the hood up, hiding his face from view. But I could see his broad shoulders, discern his formidable height, see the muscles in his legs. So, I was no match for this guy, not without my sword.
But that didn’t stop me. “Hey, asshole.”
He froze for a split second, his back still turned to me.
“That’s called breaking and entering—and you could be hanged for that.”
I expected him to turn and run, but instead, he pivoted his body and faced me head on.
I stopped when I saw his face.
He was my age or somewhere close. Youth was prominent in his smooth skin, in the brightness of his eyes. They were blue, almost the color of my brothers’. His jawline was so cut it seemed to have been carved with a sharp knife. There was a beard there as well, like the scruff been growing one too many days. He had tanned skin, like he spent a lot of time outdoors working with his hands based on the musculature of his body. He didn’t carry a weapon—at least, not one I could see.
He sized me up at the same time.
“What were you doing in my forge?”
His fixed stare remained, as if he was deaf.