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)
Triggered by the idea alone, I step forward, saying, “Everyday sounds good to me.”
“Stop interrupting me, Halun.”
“My apologies.”
I once again turn into a statue at the edge of the pool where I unfortunately stand and watch as she swims all the way to the other side. There, she pulls herself up along the edge to sit, crossing one leg over the other and folding her hands in her lap.
“Go on,” I urge, my throat tight.
I’d give anything to be across there, widening those thighs of hers and finding paradise between them. It’s a vision that fills my mind even as my ears strain to hear Luna’s next words to me.
“And I do want to spend all my days with you, but even then, I don’t forgive you,” my mate says. “I guess I needed this time to figure out that those two things can coexist for me when it comes to you. I can care about you, need, and want you, and still not be okay with what you did.”
“I assume that means there are still sore spots between us because of that?”
“You think right, but …” Luna tips her head to the side, eyeing me in a way that makes me think she’s also settled something else in her heart. Something that she didn’t share with me. “In your heart, I know you did what you did for a good purpose. You can have no ill intent, but the actions can still hurt, so I needed some time to deal with that.”
“I’m curious,” I say, “have you had enough?”
She nods. “I have. Your actions matched your words, Halun. When you said you would let me take the lead, make my own choices, you did.”
“As it will continue to be,” I tell her.
It’s a line between us that I won’t cross again.
“Whatever you need to trust me, Luna,” I murmur.
“I know. That’s why you’re here right now.”
I clear my throat then, and grin wide enough to show my teeth. “Oh, are you saying that was the only reason you wanted me to find you naked and wet?”
Her gaze burns a path down the breast plate covering my chest and stops at the problem I still haven’t solved. “I’m allowed to want you.”
“Whenever, too,” I agree.
“But you should suffer a little, Halun.”
I don’t initially process her words, but that might be because she uncrosses her legs and widens them at the same time she speaks. At my core, I am a male first and foremost, and I’m not ashamed to admit that the sight of my mate opening her thighs for me makes me go a little stupid.
“What?” I ask.
“You should suffer,” she repeats. “A little.”
“How?”
The word comes out in a rush, strained through my suddenly clenching teeth because I watch, from way too far away, as Luna’s hand finds its way between her thighs. Why can she touch, but I can’t? How am I supposed to carry a conversation with her and watch her fingertips slide up and down her pussy. Her hips rock back and forth, into and out of reach of her own touch.
“Like you are,” she says.
I let out a sound of disbelief but it holds a good deal of heat, as well. I reach for the belted side that keeps the leather chest plate molded tight to my body, but it’s Luna’s soft, breathless uh-uh that makes my hands freeze. As soon as my gaze finds hers across the bathing pool, I’m ready to beg my mate for even a shred of mercy.
I hear the wet sounds of her fingers, two of them, sinking into her pussy and her shaky, but pleased, whine cuts at me like a thousand little knives. That sound should be for me.
“Luna,” I rasp out.
“You’re not allowed to touch me, get undressed, or even move, Halun, until you’ve suffered.”
Another one of those sounds chokes out of me.
“I am suffering!”
“Tell me how, then,” she taunts. “Make me believe it.”
Her fingers work against her body faster. I’m enraptured, totally forgetting that she expects an answer out of me when she adds a finger to rub circles into her clit while her hips rock into her hand and her feet dangle in the water. Meanwhile, I’m certain nearly all my blood has drained to a singular part of my body, and it is beyond painful every moment that I am made to stand here and watch her satisfy herself without me.
How am I suffering?
“Can I touch myself?” I ask.
“Oh, good question.” Luna’s eyes flutter open as her hand stills between her thighs, and she bites her bottom lip. She is the very image of my every fantasy come to life and I am not allowed to touch her, apparently. Without warning, her smile blooms and she shakes her head. “Probably better not.”
“What?”
Her fingers start moving again and those wet sounds of her arousal coating them is a smell that already permeates the air. I could get drunk on it. Maybe I already am.