Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Her eyes, wide and shining, meet mine. She nods slowly.
“I need to do this and…I trust you, Valen.”
Fuck. Hearing that nearly breaks me.
“It sounds to me like the two of you are in agreement,” the Sorceress says. “So I will leave you to yourselves—when you emerge from the Heartwell, we can commence brewing the Healing Draught.”
She glides away, shutting the round door behind her and then it’s just me and Irena, alone in the magical room.
I lead my Princess to the dais, guiding her like she’s made of glass.
“Just relax, sweetheart,” I tell her. “Let’s take this slow.”
She lies back, nervous but brave, and I help her settle down on the thick moss that pads the pedestal. I gather the red silk bindings in my fists, but before I use them, I lean in close.
“Say the word and I’ll stop. No matter what,” I whisper, my voice coming out slightly hoarse. “You come first, Irena. Always.”
She nods, breath catching in her throat, and I bind her wrists gently—just enough to hold her, the silk soft but unyielding as it loops around the carved anchors at the edge of the dais. Her arms are stretched just slightly, framing her body, making her utterly open to me.
The light green gown she’s wearing is practically see-through—I can see the heavy globes of her breasts and her tight nipples…the dip of her waist…the rounded curve of her full hips and of course, the little triangle of curls between her thighs. Gods, she’s lovely!
“Just breathe, Princess” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Let me show you how good this can feel.”
I part the gown—which comes open easily—and bare her body for me. Then I trail kisses lower, nuzzling between the lush swells of her breasts. Her scent—sweet and sharp with nerves and heat—makes my head spin.
“Oh, Valen—what are you doing?” she asks, her breathing shaky. “Aren’t you going to—you know—put it in?”
“Not before getting you ready first,” I say, frowning. “I told you baby—we’re taking it slow.”
I take my time with her, licking and sucking each nipple until they’re tight, peaks, until she’s arching off the padded stone with soft, desperate cries. As I suck, my hands slide down her sides, mapping the dip of her waist…the flare of her hips. Her skin is salty-sweet and delicious. I wish this could last forever.
I kiss down her round stomach slowly, tracing her curves with my tongue, feeling her abdomen quiver under my mouth. When I place a kiss on her belly button, she gives a little breathless laugh.
“Valen—that tickles!”
“It’s going to do more than tickle in a minute,” I promise and kiss her again.
When I reach the soft cleft between her thighs, I pause, breathing her in. The scent of her arousal is sweet and intoxicating. I look up her body, meeting her hazy, silver-green eyes.
“Valen—” she gasps—a plea and a prayer. Now that she’s finally let me get my tongue between her legs, she knows how good it can be.
“I’ve got you,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “Be my good girl, Princess. Just lie back and let me taste you. Let me make you feel good.”
I bury my face between her legs, and my first lick is a long, slow exploration. Gods, she’s fucking delicious.
She jerks, a sharp cry echoing in the chamber. Her taste floods my senses—sweet, salty, and uniquely her. I groan against her, the vibration making her moan. I hold her hips down with firm hands, pinning her in place as I feast.
She’s mine and I’m going to claim her every way I know how.
I use my Drake’s tongue to tease her open, licking slow, lazy circles around her entrance before dipping the tip inside, tasting her deeper. She’s so tight…so wet. I hear my Drake rumble with pleasure—he loves being involved in this.
I fuck her with our tongue, shallow at first, then deeper, curling it against her inner walls. I find her clit again and suck it gently into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the swollen bud until her thighs are trembling around my head and the silk bindings around her wrist are pulled taut as she strains against them.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her soaked flesh. “Let go for me. You taste so fucking good…so sweet for me.”
I lap at her greedily, drinking down every drop of her juices, my cock aching and throbbing with the need to be inside her. But it isn’t time for that—not yet.
I want to relearn every inch of her body…every sound she makes…every tremble and sigh and pleading gasp. I memorize the way she whimpers when I circle her clit just right…the way she bucks when I thrust two fingers inside her, crooking them to find that perfect pleasure spot deep within.
“Oh, Goddess, Valen!” she sobs, her back arching off the dais, the silk restraints pulling taut again. “There—right there!”