Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I cup her face and kiss her deeper, trying to put all the words I’ve never had the courage to say into the slow slide of my tongue against hers. I love you. I cherish you. I want to take care of you. I hate that this city and my ambition have made that impossible for so long.
She grabs my thigh and tugs me closer until I’m straddling her stomach, my pussy pressed to her bare skin. I break the kiss with a gasp. “Gods.”
Atalanta laughs, deep and pleased. “I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I kiss her temple, her cheeks, the corners of her generous mouth. “It’s you.”
She shudders out a breath. “I love you.”
The words have been said, but not like this. Not with so much vulnerability and truth. I sit up a little and meet her gaze. I could lose myself in her dark-brown eyes, so wide and expressive. Right now, she’s telling me she’s here with me, feeling the exact same combination of love, lust, and regret for opportunities passed by. I swallow hard. “I love you, too. So fucking much. I’ve failed—”
She presses a finger to my lips. “No. We’re not doing this in a dramatic and doomed way. This isn’t the one and only time we’ll be together, Hecate. This is the first step toward a real future together.”
With Circe? I don’t have the cruelty to ask. Not now, not when this is just about the two of us. We’ll have to discuss Circe at some point—and soon—but now isn’t the time. Just like we’re not going to discuss the plan I’m putting together, piece by piece.
She bends up, causing me to slide against her stomach in a way that makes my toes curl a little, and takes my mouth. This time, there’s no slow exploration. This is a decade’s worth of pent-up desire, cascading between us in an unstoppable force. What’s left of my restraint snaps.
I grind against her stomach. I’m so wet, I might be embarrassed if I was a different person. I’m not. I’m exhilarated. I want her so desperately. I need her. She clearly feels the same because she grips me at the top of my thighs, shifting me higher yet. Atalanta squeezes my ass, parting me in a way that feels depraved despite this being the barest edge of foreplay. But it’s her.
“Hecate,” she gasps, and then her fingers are sliding into me, firm and blunt and agonizingly good. Atalanta actually whimpers at the feel of me and I almost come on the spot. “Gods, you’re perfect.”
“Not me. You.” I drag my mouth down her throat, finding the spot where her neck meets shoulder and sucking lightly. It makes her moan, so I keep doing it.
“Woman, stop distracting me,” she mutters. She hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me up until I’m damn near straddling her chest. It gives her full access to my body, which was clearly the goal. She delves two fingers deeper into my pussy, sliding slowly in and out, exploring me while she searches for…there. My G-spot.
Every muscle goes slack and tight at the same time. I grind down onto her fingers mindlessly, whimpers slipping free of my lips as if coming from someone else entirely. Sometimes desperate and needy and not at all in control. Maybe it is me, after all.
Atalanta takes advantage of my overwhelming pleasure by capturing my right nipple in her mouth. She sets her teeth against me, exerting the slightest pressure, the slightest pain, and I swear I gush all over her hand. She chuckles darkly. “Give it to me, Hecate.”
It’s too fast, too intense. I can’t think, can’t slow down, can’t relish this the way I planned. I open my mouth to say something clever, maybe to suggest…something. But then she switches to my left nipple and adjusts the angle of her fingers inside me, and the only thing I’m capable of doing is clinging to her and coming all over her hand.
And she doesn’t stop. She just rolls us so my back is the couch and keeps slowly fucking me, adding her thumb into the mix so every stroke glides over my clit. Holy fuck. I squirm, but even I can’t tell if I’m trying to get away or drive her fingers deeper. “I want to make you feel good,” I finally gasp.
“You are.” She kisses me even as she winds me up again with her expert touch. I’ve had so many lovers over the years, some who meant a lot to me and others who simply shared the need to fulfill our mutual desire. I haven’t loved any of them, not in the way I love Atalanta.
And Circe, my mind whispers.
My orgasm drowns out the little voice. I come so hard my toes curl, and I can do nothing but tense as I squirt all over Atalanta. This time, she eases up a little in the aftermath. She presses her hand to my pussy, cupping me possessively as she nuzzles my breasts, kissing gently along their curves. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” she murmurs against my chest. “You have another few in you.”