Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Sarya.” Her name was a hoarse whisper. His gaze rose to hers, and she was overwhelmed by the longing visible upon his face, as if she was everything he’d ever wanted or needed. With his left hand still working his shaft, he brought his right hand up to her quivering thigh. His voice was low and deep when he asked, “Shall I kiss you here, too?”
Trembling with need, Sarya could only manage a jerky nod.
Bannin leaned in closer, audibly breathing in her sultry scent, his eyes closing in ecstasy. Her body shaking, Sarya forced herself to wait, to hold in place, though she could hardly bear it. Merely the warmth of his breath seared her nerves with pleasure. Anticipation of his touch wound her tight, too tight. Then finally, finally, he moved. An inarticulate cry escaped her throat when his long fingers spread the dark curls at the apex of her sex, exposing her clit.
Then his mouth was upon her, and Sarya understood that he had brought poetry to court her with, after all. His ode to hunger, to need, to longing was written upon her flesh with his tongue, his fingers. Each devouring lick that slicked through her folds was joined by his deep and rumbling groans, as if her taste was an endless pleasure to him and to feast from her cunt was an indescribable joy—a joy that filled her in turn, so that even as she writhed in helpless delight, her body electrified by each slide of his tongue through her slit, by each hot flick over her clit, the unmistakable reverence of his ministrations slipped under her skin, under the lust, piercing her heart with the unfamiliar sensation of being utterly cherished.
Sarya had no defense against such an emotion.
She didn’t know if she wanted to defend against it.
Then any opportunity to stop Bannin from penetrating deeper into her heart was lost along with her every thought as he sank two thick fingers deep into her need-drenched sheath, stretching the slick walls therein. Her spine arched convulsively at this sudden invasion, as she was filled with him. Utterly and completely filled with him, from flesh to heart to mind. An incoherent noise gurgled from her throat and was choked into a thin scream when Bannin began sucking at her clit and lashing that swollen nub with side-to-side swipes of his tongue.
It was too much. The orgasm plowed into her with a twisting thrust of his hand, and Sarya came in a rush of wetness that Bannin praised as delicious and beautiful and perfect as he continued worshipping her spasming flesh.
Only when she collapsed back in a boneless heap did Bannin rise between her still-quivering thighs with his massive fist wrapped around his erect length. Sarya’s breath caught. The substantial bulge she’d eyed earlier had only hinted at the enormity of the cock that jutted thickly toward her. The ferocity of his arousal darkened his stiffened shaft to an angry red, and the fat head was already dripping with seed.
Sheer need rocked through Sarya’s flesh, culminating in a hard clench of her cunt. Never had anyone wanted her as much as Bannin obviously did. Yet when she spread her thighs in wordless invitation, her warrior shook his head, his features contorting into a grimace that looked akin to agony but must have been ecstasy, instead.
Roughly his fist stroked down his shaft—only once, then with a jerk of his hips and a brutal grunt, the dripping seed became an eruption that spurted in hot stripes over her lower belly.
Spent, he fell forward slightly, his softening cock a hefty weight atop the mess he’d made on her stomach, his hands braced on the table at her sides.
His broad chest heaved, and it was between those gusting bellows of air that Bannin managed a short laugh and to explain, “It wouldn’t have been a good showing if I spilled after a single thrust. You’d be right to reject my courtship if I proved to be a quick-prick of a man.”
When she’d opened her thighs in invitation, Sarya wouldn’t have cared if he’d come after one thrust, such was her overwhelming need to feel that massive shaft moving deep inside her. Yet now heat bloomed through her cheeks and she bit her lip in mortification. She had no prevention powders, and in that haze of lust, she’d given no thought to caution.
But she should have, no matter her feelings for Bannin or his intention to court her. A pregnancy would determine much of her future path. Sarya would rather determine a path for herself, which might eventually include a child. She did not wish for one yet, however.
Some unease passed over Bannin’s expression, as if similar thoughts suddenly ran through his mind. Then his gaze softened. “Come with me, Sarya. I’ll find you a cottage like this and you can hide away all you like. I do not wish to leave you behind again.” His large, warm hand cupped her cheek. “I do not wish to leave my heart behind again.”