Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I open for him and his tongue slides in. My tongue eagerly meets his, and I savor the groan that leaves him. It’s been days since I heard that sound, too, but oh, has it been echoing throughout my mind since the last time. Our tongues circle and the hand he has on my thigh begins moving so his fingers can curl around my upper leg, moving it until it’s high on his hip and he moves so close that I can feel his hard cock pressing into me. I don’t even think or hesitate before arching my hips forward, so I rub against it.
Our kiss breaks with his gasp and I smile, liking seeing him this way. Vulnerable. Open. Giving me his sounds so freely. But I want so much more from him. I want to feel so much more. I arch forward again and our eyes stare into each other’s while we both fall into a rhythm. Us arching at the same time so his cock rubs against my clit. We’re bare against each other with him having undressed me last night and he, having removed his pelt and chest plate at some point over the course of my rest. So, I feel how wet I am, how easily his cock glides through my lips, how close the tip of him comes to my opening each time. Close enough that I’m desperate for him to go just a little further and enter me. Close enough that my body begins to ache in a way that him rubbing against me isn’t enough to satisfy any longer. Close enough that the words I want to say dance on my tongue, begging to be spoken, and daring me to be brave enough to utter them.
I don’t speak. I act instead.
I hitch my thigh higher on him and with him already arching forward, it brings his cock right where I need it. A shuddering breath leaves him. His fingers tighten to the point of pain on my thigh. I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his length as I arch forward even more. His hand moves across my thigh until it’s between us, and his fingers are wrapping around my hand on his cock. He moves my hand until the tip of him presses against my opening.
He doesn’t go any further, though. Instead, the hand that’s been gently cupping my jaw, slides back now, until his fingers curl into my hair, losing every bit of their gentleness. He yanks back so hard that I inhale sharply. Then, with his grip on my hair guaranteeing I can’t look at anything but him, his black eyes stare into mine as he begins to slide into me. I’m sure he sees the way my eyes widen at how much he stretches me, at the pain that begins to spread through me as he pushes further, at the pleasure mixing with the pain, two contrasts that both make me want more.
“Are you okay?” he asks, but the words grunt out of him, like he’s using every bit of his willpower to restrain himself.
“Are you holding back?” I question.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Maybe I want you to, though.”
He’d been slowly sliding into me, inch by inch, but he stills now.
“I don’t want you to hold back,” I say. “I want all of you, every single bit. And you told me as your mate, that I could have whatever I wanted.”
“Do you admit you’re my mate, then?”
“For now.”
He just smiles. “Good enough.”
He removes both of our hands from his cock, mine going to hold onto his side while his goes to my hip, fingers digging into my skin. Then, he brings his lips to mine again. Maybe it’s for the exact thing that happens. Maybe it’s so he can capture the gasp that leaves me when he drives all of himself into me. Maybe it’s so he can feel the quivering of my lips against his as he flexes his hips and goes just a little deeper. I feel full, too full. My muscles work around him, trying to adjust to his size. And his groan tells me he feels this, too. His tongue slips into my mouth as his hips draw back. I lose sight of him with my eyes fluttering closed when he enters me again, fast, hard, going so deep, and yet, apparently not deep enough for me since my back arches to take him in even more. The pain is still there, an aching at my opening and deep inside me, but oh, the pleasure is there, too. Just enough of it mixing with the pain to let me know that there’s so much more to come. To just hold onto Halun and let him give it to me. Because I know he will.