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)
“Feels good, doesn’t it Princess?” I growl, redoubling my efforts, sucking her clit hard as I pump my fingers in and out, hitting that spot with relentless precision. I look up for a moment.
“Come on my tongue—come for me. Show me how good I make you feel. Be a good girl and come.”
Then I duck my head again and circle her clit as I massage her inner pussy. I give her everything I’ve got, sucking and stroking, and my Drake helps—sending warmth that makes her even hotter.
Her orgasm crashes over her with a force that seems to shake the very dais. She cries out—a raw sound of pure bliss that seems to pull energy from the air itself.
The sigils overhead flash blindingly bright, swirling faster. The golden globe pulses violently, drinking in the light, the magic, the pure essence of her pleasure. Her pussy convulses around my fingers, drenching my hand, as I ride her through it, lapping up every last shuddering spasm until she collapses, boneless and gasping, against the soft moss.
“Oh, Valen…” she pants. “Oh that was so…so…” She shakes her head, panting too hard to finish her thought.
“I know, baby—you came so hard for me. Such a good girl,” I tell her.
Slowly, I kiss my way back up her trembling body—her inner thighs…her stomach…between her breasts…the hollow of her throat.
Each kiss is a brand—a promise. I finally reach her lips, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Her eyes are glazed, full of wonder.
“Irena,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers, my body poised between her thighs. My cock, thick and aching, nudges against her soaked entrance. I’m shaking with the effort of holding back. “Are you sure?”
She looks up at me, her trust a physical warmth in my chest.
“Yes,” she breathes, wrapping her legs around my hips, pulling me closer. “Please, Valen. I need you.”
Fuck, I need her, too. But I want this to be good for her—I want her to have control.
How can I make sure she does?
68
IRENA
I’m trembling, but it’s no longer from fear.
Valen is between my thighs, his hands warm and steady, his mouth leaving a trail of fire across my skin. Every place he touches feels right. Perfect. Like he’s not taking anything from me—like he’s giving something instead.
I love that he took the time to get me ready first.
His tongue traced the shell of my ear, whispering hot, dirty promises that made my pussy clench. He worshipped my breasts until I was nearly sobbing, his teeth grazing my nipples before soothing them with soft sucks. He kissed down my stomach—pausing to kiss my navel, making me giggle and squirm—before finally burying his face between my legs and devouring me like he was a starving man and I was a feast.
I never imagined my first time would feel like this.
When he finally lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes are dark with want—but there’s something else there too—care…restraint. His lips and chin are glistening with my wetness when he kisses me, feeding me my own secret flavor on his tongue. It makes me moan—I want him in me! I wasn’t sure before but now I am. I spread my thighs eagerly for him.
For a moment, I feel the blunt head of his cock nudging against my soaked entrance. I try to brace myself for what’s to come—spreading my thighs to be more open for him.
I haven’t forgotten what I saw in the vision the Door of Uncertainty sent me—the way that other me offered herself to the Drake…the way she stretched to take his heavy shaft. I know Valen isn’t as big as the beast inside him, of course, but he’s still extremely large…and I’m really tight down there.
But just as I’m sure he’s going to enter me, he sits up instead. He reaches up and begins untying the silken bonds around my wrists.
“What are you doing?” I ask softly, startled. “Aren’t you going to…to take me?”
“Yes, but I think you need to be on top, sweetheart,” he rumbles, his voice a low vibration that goes straight to my already-throbbing center. “It’ll give you more control. We can go at your pace—you decide how much you take…how fast you want me.”
My breath catches in my throat—on top? I’ve never even thought about doing something like that. My upbringing screams that it’s improper—shameful and dirty.
But the way he looks at me overrides the knee-jerk reaction I feel. It’s like he’s offering me the reins instead of taking them…like he wants to watch me come apart while I ride him.
He won’t just be taking me—I’ll be taking him too.
That thought makes something inside me quiver and a hot, possessive thrill shoots through me.
“All right,” I say, lifting my chin. “I’ll be on top.”
My words seem to please Valen because he gives me a lazy smile and strokes my cheek.