Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“I won’t break,” she said, reaching for him.
“You’re fragile. Human.” He levered over her again, his heated mouth starting at her ear and wandering down to her breasts. Very heated. Did immortals have hotter mouths? Temps?
The curious thought spiraled away as his lips moved over her nipples with a mixture of demand and flaming hot desperation, his hands sliding down her arms and back up as if mapping her with each touch. His overwhelming need was palpable, a storm she couldn’t escape.
Didn’t want to escape.
Instead, she splayed her hands over the hard ridges of muscle flexing in his chest. Gyrating against him, she marveled at his upper arms and caressed down his flanks, finding more strength. He took her breath away.
His mouth was on her breasts, one hand twisted in her hair, the other caressing down her body, shifting again so he could touch her.
She nearly came off the bed.
His chuckle made her still. Had she ever even heard him laugh? The sound warmed her, filling her throughout. She should panic at that.
But his tongue lashed her nipple just as he slipped his fingers inside her panties, finding her no doubt wet.
His pleased rumble slid right into her heart.
Then he levered down, kissing between her breasts, his heated mouth claiming her sternum, ribs, and then hip bones.
She had a moment of vulnerability. She had more curves than many of the women in the nation. A former boyfriend had called her plush. Jerk.
Vero snapped her panties at the sides, and she forgot all about curves.
Then his mouth was on her clit. He sucked the delicate nub into his inferno of a mouth and she shot instantly into a tumultuous orgasm that had her crying out his name.
She smashed her hand against her mouth. The walls in the lodge were not that thick.
Coming down, she gasped for air.
He went at her then, his hands splaying her thighs apart and his rough tongue lashing her. “I love this,” he rumbled against her, sending vibrations up to her breasts.
“Me too,” she groaned, trying to chuckle. She wanted to keep this light, but the way he made her feel protected and cherished, so desperately wanted, threatened to overwhelm her. He made her feel alive. For a heartbeat, she craved a life she’d never needed.
His teeth scraped her thigh and she forgot about the world. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, not letting her think. He went at her with fingers, teeth, and that wicked tongue, forcing her back up again.
And then again.
After the third orgasm, she tugged on his hair. An emptiness inside her hollowed her out, even though her nerves were on freaking fire. “Vero.”
He moved up her, taking his time with her breasts. She dug her nails into his flanks and then his butt, shoving the offensive boxers down his legs. There should be nothing separating them. He obliged her by kicking them the rest of the way off.
Then he continued all the way up her and kissed her mouth again, going deep. His cock pulsed at her sex and she widened her legs, wanting all of him.
He leaned up, his eyes a pure black now. “You’re perfect.”
She breathed in quick, taking the hit to the heart. It smacked her then, how easily he could break her. How dangerous it was to let him in. To know him. To let him know her. But she couldn’t stop. Not now. Maybe not ever.
His weight settled over her, pressing her into the mattress again. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he growled, just like any dangerous predator.
The sound drove her desire even hotter. Somehow.
He pressed inside her and she arched against him, a flush heating her from her tingling ears on down to where they met. He was big. Huge. She softened and accepted him, her body moving with true instinct as if recognizing him. He went slow, carefully, his mouth taking hers again and making her head spin.
Pain rumbled through her at his invasion and she cupped his shadowed jaw, pulling her mouth free. “Are you sure we’ll fit?” Maybe it wasn’t possible. His blood had burned her. She wasn’t his mate.
“I’m sure.” He nipped her lip, and even that pain felt erotic.
More wetness spilled from her, and he moved inside her another inch.
His gaze intense, he tangled one hand in her hair and tugged her head back, sending a slight nick of pain along her skin.
More wetness and he made it another inch.
His eyes gleamed with a knowledge that made her lungs stutter. He reached down and caressed one of her nipples. Pleasure swamped her and she leaned into his touch. Then he twisted with just enough of a bite to catch her breath in her throat.
More wetness.
His nostrils flared.
That dangerous hand caressed deceptively down her side and around to her butt, lifting her an inch off the bed. His head dropped and he kissed her hard, taking over, pulling her into a wild storm as he shoved all the way inside her. She cried out into his mouth, arching against him, pleasure and pain filling her until she couldn’t tell them apart.