Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
But then she realized they were both on the floor.
“We broke the wolf’s cot,” he said.
“Oops.”
They both looked to the toolbox and stopped breathing. When no one came down, their laughter was shared, and then cut off by more kissing—and now that they had no distance to fall, he just rolled them over so he was on the bottom.
Splitting her legs over his hips, she rode his length, rolling her pelvis, stroking them both. And as he jerked his head back in response, she had never seen anything so beautiful. He was so different from her, thickened with muscle now, broader, bigger. Harder. In so many places.
But he was beautiful. Her eyes could have drunk in his appearance for hours.
Maybe longer.
It was hard to tell exactly when the urgency got out of hand, but suddenly she couldn’t wait any longer. Easing back from him, she doubled-checked the stairs one last time—and then took her bottoms off.
The way he stared at the bare cleft of her sex told her exactly how he felt about her. No words were needed.
“Let me help you,” she said hoarsely.
With hands that were surprisingly efficient, she pulled down his zipper and took out his—
“Oh…”
He stiffened. “Is that a good ‘oh’ or a bad one?”
“I didn’t know they were this… big.”
Kane barked a laugh. But then frowned. “Have you never…”
“No, I haven’t. And I’m glad.” She looked him right in the eye. “I want it to be you and only you.”
With a surge, he sat up, took her face in his hands, and kissed her chastely. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
Shuddering, he kissed her again, gently now, brushing her lips with his own. And then he was laying her down with him, drawing her out flat so he could get on top of her.
After he mounted her, his hands traveled down her body, and when they paused, she was the one who guided his touch to where she wanted him to go, where he clearly wanted to be. And as she felt the slip of his fingers through her hot folds, she gasped.
He pleasured her, the caressing a circular stroke that made her body go languid, and then he was positioning himself between her thighs. Hypersensitive, hungry, in a hurry, she reached out for his erection—
“Oh, God,” he hissed.
“Please. I need you.”
She pulled him to her, or he went with a roll of the hips, or something happened, because she really wasn’t following anything but the raw desire to get him inside—
The hot, blunt probing was even better than his hand. And she knew when he was in the right place.
“Nadya—”
“Please—”
The penetration was gentle and not very far in, some sort of a barrier reached. After that, there was a single surge from him, a punch from his hips, and a brief sting.
“You’re inside me,” she said with wonder.
As she looked up into his face, it felt like her male was the whole world. Everything else was a soft, unimportant blur.
“Are you okay,” he asked tightly. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
His jaw was grinding, his body shaking, sweat breaking out across his forehead.
“Make me yours, Kane.”
* * *
Kane hadn’t been ready for any of it: The fact that he was her first, that she would want him as she did, that the feel of her tight core around his thick arousal was something akin to a lightning strike…
Then again, Nadya had been a revelation since he had first seen her. Why would that change, especially now?
With his mind jammed up, his sensations on overload, and his emotions vacillating between gratitude and high octane desire, he just let his body take over. And it knew what to do. Moving slowly at first, and then with increasing urgency, his hips pumped his arousal in and out of her, the friction cranking up his orgasm so fast, he knew he was going to—
“I’m coming,” he groaned into her neck. “I can’t stop—”
“Don’t,” came her guttural reply.
The pleasure peaked and exploded out of him, his ejaculations filling her up—and that seemed to carry her over her own ledge. A sudden stiffening of her body told him the release had come to her as well, and then he felt the powerful milking of her sex, the way his head and shaft were gripped in waves driving him wild.
He came again.
“More,” she said. “Kane…”
She wanted him, he thought. She truly wanted him.
As he pushed his arms around her so he could hold on better, he dropped his head and just let go so he orgasmed again, and again, and another time.
He was a raw instrument of marking, his bonding creating a need to make sure that any male would know she was his, that she would carry his essence inside of her, that there would be a scent, a warning to others that she was taken, she was claimed.