Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
And then he started to move lower.
Imani bit her lip as she felt his hot breath through the thin lace that barely covered her breasts. Her nipples were instantly erect and though she knew she shouldn’t be aroused, a bolt of sudden desire shot through her, making her moan and shift her hips restlessly.
J’are seemed to take this as an invitation because he took the edge of the lace in his teeth and began to pull.
Oh my God, he’ll rip it! And then how am I going to be able to get out of here without anyone knowing what happened?
There was only one thing to do if she didn’t want her dress to be ruined and her secret exposed. With trembling hands, she reached up and pushed the lace band down, baring her breasts for him.
J’are growled approvingly, deep in his throat and leaned down to lap one of her nipples. Imani gasped as a bolt of pure pleasure shot through her when his warm tongue bathed her tender bud. God, she shouldn’t be getting off on this desperate situation, but somehow she couldn’t help it!
Part of it was that her nerves were still so tense—keyed up to the breaking point. It kept the adrenaline coursing through her, making her pant with fear and desire. But another part—a very large part—was his scent.
She’d always loved the way the big Kindred smelled—the dark, spicy, animalistic musk that he carried with him everywhere he went. But now the scent had been doubled—no—trebled in intensity. Imani felt as though it was getting inside her—making her doubt her own will, making her want the male on top of her no matter what the consequences might be.
Stop this-have to fight it! Have to fight! she told herself fiercely.
“No!” she tried to shout, but it came out as a whisper as J’are sucked one of her nipples into his hot mouth and played with the other, tugging lightly in a way that made her moan.
Sparks of pleasure shot down Imani’s spine and straight to the throbbing spot between her thighs. She could feel her pussy getting hot and wet and she was desperately afraid that was where the big Nightwalker would head next.
As it turned out, she was absolutely correct.
After sucking and stroking her breasts for a good long time, J’are at last began to lick his way down her trembling belly.
“No,” Imani said again but again it came out as a whisper. “J’are,” she begged. “Please…”
But he was already tugging at her panties with his teeth.
For a moment, Imani tried desperately to hold them up. Gripping the thin lace sides, she hung on grimly as he tugged. Even though they barely covered her—in fact, didn’t quite cover her mound, since they allowed the top of her slit to be seen—she didn’t want to lose them. They were her last barrier—without them, she feared J’are could do whatever he wanted with her.
And she knew what he wanted.
Then, abruptly, J’are stopped tugging. He released his grip on the top of her panties and began kissing the top of her mound—hot, open-mouthed kisses that made Imani feel like she was melting from the inside out.
“Oh,” she whispered, running her hands over his short, spiky hair. “Oh, J’are…that’s not right, you’re not playing fair. Oh!”
This last exclamation was because she felt his hot tongue slip deftly into her slit. He parted her inner folds easily and lapped lower, teasing her aching clit and sending fire through her veins.
“Oh!” Imani cried again and now she found that, rather than fighting to keep her panties up, she was pushing them down. Pushing them down and spreading her thighs to give him greater access to her pussy.
J’are seemed to approve of this. He growled hungrily and intensified his lapping, spreading her open to lick from the entrance of her well all the way up over her button and to the top of her slit before diving down to repeat the process again.
“Oh, J’are…” Her hips worked as she rode his tongue, rubbing against him wantonly as he tasted her honey. She shouldn’t be doing this but it felt so good, felt so right…
And then, to her horror, Imani found that she was suddenly right on the brink of orgasm.
God, she shouldn’t be going along with J’are this way! She ought to be fighting to get free—wiggling and kicking and biting. Not lying here with her thighs spread and her hands on his head, guiding him lower, tilting her hips to get more of his hot, wet tongue inside her…
And yet she felt helpless to stop. Again, she thought maybe it was his scent. It was so strong—so wild and enticing. It seemed to act on her like a drug, making her do things she wouldn’t normally do—like slide her panties all the way off and spread her legs as wide as she could while the big Nightwalker lapped her throbbing pussy until she started coming…coming so hard she could barely breathe as her hips bucked up to meet his hot tongue lashing her swollen folds…