Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“I don’t know about that,” she replied, sitting up and turning around. She pushed his legs in a bit so she could crawl over them and sit on his lap. His hardness rested against her, and she closed her eyes to savor how good that felt. “Little by little, you’ve peeled me apart. Shy away from the creature you are? I’ve been living with that creature all my life. I am that creature. My trainer recognized like for like, because he is that creature. You’re just another of the same. You don’t scare me, Tarian. You excite me.”
He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her toward him. Their lips smashed together, hard and bruising and needy. Desperate for each other.
18
Daisy
An urgency she couldn’t understand took her over. She stood in the bathtub, slipped, and nearly fell. He was up a moment later, his lips locking with hers, the two of them climbing from the tub together.
“Where’s the perfect place?” she asked, running her hands up his wet chest, feeling his incredible body. “Hurry. Where’s the perfect place for your first time?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? The tub would’ve been perfect. The bathroom floor, the wall—I don’t give a shit where we do this, as long as I can fulfill this unquenchable thirst for you.”
Boy was he going to be annoyed when he realized that thirst was never going away. For either of them. This was more than a lay, and they both knew it.
“I’m right here, Daisy,” he said dryly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him from the bathroom. “I can hear you. Maybe work on that shielding.”
She snickered, remembering all that teasing in the human lands.
Her hand tightened, and she was essentially dragging him behind her. Emotion bubbled up out of nowhere, memories of their meetings, of working together, of how she’d felt each time she’d kissed him. How she’d felt when they’d huddled together in the wylds, clinging to each other, depending upon each other for survival. How she felt right now.
The thought of falling in love whispered across her mind before she shut it down lest he hear it. Could there be a worse fate? Falling for a fae who planned to kill her with their combined magic?
Where did you go? he asked, and she had no idea what that meant. Nor could she concentrate on abstract questions. Lust blazed through her.
A few of the Fallen looked up from the couches, their eyebrows high.
“Get the fuck out,” Tarian barked.
They didn’t waste any time, a couple snickering as they left. Tarian didn’t wait for the door to click shut before he spun her around and dumped her on the couch. He was on her a moment later, pushing wide her knees and dipping in between her thighs.
She put her fingers through his hair as he licked up her center and sucked. He threaded one finger into her, then two, working in time with the suction on his mouth. She arched as the sensations quickly built. He worked her faster. Harder.
She groaned with her release, clutching his hair before dragging him up.
“Thank fuck it doesn’t hurt guys on their first time, because I don’t have a lot of control right now,” she said, pushing him up to sitting and dropping to the ground between his legs. She looked up at him in supplication. He studied her feverishly, desire and devotion plain in his beautiful green eyes.
She took his hard length into her small hand, swirling her thumb around the tip before she lowered her head. Her tongue flitted against the slit and around the tip, playful. Teasing. Tasting him and savoring, drawing this out for him as well as for herself.
“You’re perfection,” he said, breath heavy.
She sucked him in greedily. He groaned as his body tensed and relaxed at the same time. He threaded his fingers into her hair. She used her hand and mouth at the same time, and he applied pressure, directing her at a fast pace. She sucked down as much as she could, not used to working with something so large.
He grunted, and his torso tensed. His head fell back, and his hand tightened before he looked back down at her, the gold nearly taking over the black as the river ran around his pupils. His breathing turned rapid, and his magic washed over her body pleasurably. He gave a long, low moan as he shuddered.
She prepared for the onslaught and gave a confused look at his cock when nothing happened.
“Do I…keep going…or…?” She looked up at him from around it.
He didn’t release her hair, still looking at her, still erect.
“That is a beautiful sight,” he said, and she gave him a few more moments to take it all in, momentarily distracted by his handsome face. It was a guy’s delight, for some reason. She’d never understood why (and this was the only one she’d allowed to have a good long look after she’d serviced him).