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)
Valen takes the invitation, his lips closing around me in a soft, warm seal. The suction is gentle at first—a faint, steady pull that draws the lingering residue of magic and discomfort from the very heart of the tissue. It feels like he's drawing out the poison that made me so uncomfortable.
But as the pain truly fades, something else awakens. The gentle pull isn't enough. The heat between my legs, momentarily forgotten, returns with a vengeance. It’s making me feel hot and wet and slippery, which only makes the ache I feel there worse. I don’t want him to stop, though. I shift a little, trying to ease the ache between my thighs.
Valen seems to sense my heightened desire—or maybe he can just smell the change in my scent. The compassionate healer in his eyes gives way to something darker…hungrier. The suction deepens…the soft pulls become firm, rhythmic draws that make my back arch, pushing more of my breast into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. His tongue, which had been soothing, now flicks and presses against the underside of my nipple with deliberate, stimulating pressure.
"Ohhh…" I moan, helpless to stop myself. The sound is a breathy confession.
"Feeling better?" he murmurs, his voice thick, before returning his mouth to me without waiting for an answer.
I can only nod, my fingers tangling in the coverlet near his head. He’s not just sucking the nipple now. He’s taking it…claiming it. His lips stretch wider, and he draws as much of my breast into his mouth as he can. I can feel the hard, the relentless suction…the wet, hot slide of his tongue against my aching peak. The sensation is overwhelming—a direct line of pure, electric pleasure that arcs from my breast to my clit and back again.
I moan again as he switches to the other side, giving the left nipple the same devastating treatment—first the gentle, healing licks, then the deep, hungry sucks. By the time his mouth closes over this peak, the pain is a distant memory—utterly incinerated by the inferno of need building inside me.
He sucks hard—greedily—his hand coming up to cradle the weight of my other breast, his thumb stroking the wet, well-tended nipple he just abandoned.
“Oh, Goddess, Valen!” I gasp. I'm panting now, rocking slightly on my knees, my nightgown tangled around my waist. The slits in the fabric gape open, and I know he can see everything—my flushed chest…my heaving breasts…the desperate, needy expression on my face. He drinks me in with his eyes as he sucks, his gaze half-lidded with possessive lust.
He lets my left nipple slip from his lips, both peaks now glistening and reddened—not from pain but from his attention. My breasts feel heavy— exquisitely sensitive and throbbing with a demand that echoes the empty ache between my thighs.
Valen looks up at me, his breathing slightly ragged.
“Better, sweetheart?” he growls.
"The ache is gone," I whisper, stating the obvious, my voice trembling.
A slow, wicked smile touches his mouth.
"Good," he rumbles. "But we're just getting started. Now it’s time to deal with your soft little pussy."
56
VALEN
I can tell she’s worried. She’s biting her lush bottom lip and shifting on the bed uncomfortably. She needs to let me lick her pussy—it’s the only thing that will make her feel better, but I can sense her reluctance.
Now that I know she was raised to believe this particular act is “dirty,” her uncertainty makes more sense. I need to take things slowly…to ease her into this. So even though I want nothing more than to bury my face between her luscious thick thighs and eat her until she moans and cries and pulls my hair, I hold myself back.
“I know you’re not really comfortable with this, baby,” I murmur, pulling her down to lay beside me and leaning over her. “So let’s take things slowly. We need to get rid of the honey residue in your pussy, but if you don’t want to let me lick you, I could try using my fingers instead.”
Since she let me touch her there earlier, this shouldn’t be too scary. And sure enough, I see her visibly relax at my suggestion.
“Oh, do you think that will work?” she asks hopefully.
Honestly? No, I don’t. But I can tell we need to ease into this and using my fingers is a good way to start.
“We can try it,” I say. “If it helps, that’s all well and good. If not, we can try something else. All right?”
“All…all right,” she falters. “Just please, be careful. I’m so sore and achy right now.”
“I know you are, baby.” I lean down to give her a gentle kiss on the mouth. Then I whisper against her lips, “Remember, I promised never to hurt you.”
When I pull back, she’s flushed and nearly panting.
“I remember,” she says softly. “I trust you, Valen—I do.”