Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
One thudding heartbeat, two.
She smiled with feline-like approval. “I am going to love being with you.”
He gripped his shaft and stroked. She watched, as though riveted. As a ray of sunlight broke through the night’s gloom, stroking her, he did it again. And again. She wiggled, her skin glittering. Brightly.
His jaw nearly unhinged as he swept his gaze over her sprawled form. He had covered her with stardust. Had claimed her as his own. His possessiveness tore off its leash. My gravita. Something he’d never thought to have. Or want. But he had one now—and he would keep her. Forever.
He would die before he gave her up. The task couldn’t have her heart. Though she was soon to become Ation’s queen, Roux refused to kill her. So decision made. No need for further pondering. He would succeed another way, saving both his friends and his female.
“If you’re worried about getting me pregnant,” she said, placing her legs outside his hips, “don’t. It’s not my season.”
Pregnant? He gulped. The thought of creating a child...someone he could—and would—protect in all the ways he had not been. Becoming a family. Want this!
“Lyla, I’m not worried about anything right now. I think I might be happy for the first time in my life.” He climbed up her body, kissed her, and rolled, putting her on top of him.
Magnificent female. All mine. “Though it pains me to say this,” he began, urging her to her knees, “you won’t be claiming my virginity today. But you will be giving me that story you promised me.”
“Is that so?” With her mussed black hair, luminous eyes, and passion-flushed skin, she was all goddess. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, saying, “When the pleasure is too much for you, just say my name...and I’ll keep going.”
23
THE PARTNERSHIP
Blythe meant to torment Roux until he gave her what she wanted. In a good way! But the guy who liked to sit in chairs and stare at her in silence was an animal in bed, and she kept losing her mind over it, forgetting her purpose.
As she licked and sucked him, he stayed rough and growly. Commanding. He displayed zero hesitation, threading his fingers through her hair and guiding her the way he wanted her. He loved what they were doing, and it showed. And even now, he watched her. Oh, did he watch, gauging every change of her expression.
Only want more. What had started as a screw you to her father and his tricks had morphed into a sensual indulgence she never wanted to end.
“You make me feel so good,” Roux rasped. “Can’t live without this. Never letting you go.”
And he wasn’t done. As she sucked him faster, he made observations about her. “You’re desperate for me, too.”
“You enjoy this very much.”
“You’ll need more every day.”
He asked questions. “You’ve been starved for me, haven’t you, Lyla?”
“You’ll give me whatever I want, won’t you?”
Blythe couldn’t think past her growing need. She sucked faster.
Hoarse groans left him as he fisted a handful of her hair.
Between panting breaths, he told her, “I never understood...why males waged wars...for their females...but this...you... I understand now.” Strain radiated from him. “Need to see you.”
The next thing she knew, she lay on her back, Roux looming over her, a fantasy made flesh. His pale hair was tousled. His pupils pulsed over his golden irises, reminding her of a heartbeat. Never had there been a more sensual sight. Or sensation. His erection pressed against her core, without penetration, perfect, and wonderful and terrible because she craved more.
Fierce, wild eyes locked with hers. He stared at her in that all-consumed, all-consuming way, and any remaining defenses she possessed crumbled, leaving her shockingly vulnerable. All she could do? Rock against him as emotion after emotion swamped her. Hope. Tenderness. Anticipation. Nothing she’d thought she would crave again...but everything she needed?
He dipped his head to kiss the corner of her mouth, rocking, rocking, and whispered, “I understand, Lyla.”
Blythe opened her mouth to ask what he thought he understood, when she herself understood nothing, but the pleasure. “Roux. Forget your principles and get inside me.”
“Don’t tempt me.” He kissed her hard and fast, preventing a debate. Always rocking against her, driving her toward the brink. “I meant what I said. You’ll ask me before we start. You’ll say, Roux, will you please give me what I need?”
“Asking doesn’t sound like something I’d do.” Pleasure spiked. “But I might just issue a demand.”
“Even better.” He thrust against her with more force, his shaft slipping over her sex, rubbing against all the right places. Again. And again. Sweat trickled from his temples. “Lyla. Not sure how much longer I can hold out. The feel of you...”
As she screamed, coming apart at the seams, he threw back his head, and came apart, too.
He collapsed atop her but quickly collapsed to his side. They both lay there for a moment.