Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
His hand stilled over hers. “You feel how hard it is?”
“Yes.”
“That's what you do to me, Sol.”
She bit her bottom lip and could feel the power beneath her fingers—his length twitched under her hesitant touch, and she withdrew her hand as if she’d been scalded.
“No, don’t pull away.” His voice was thick with need, and it sent shivers down her spine. His hand was firm on hers, keeping it in place.
She didn't resist.
She looked down again, watching her hand move over him. His ridged length pulsed under her palm, and she couldn't help but gasp at the sight. She saw the head of his cock peeking from under his heavy hand, the slit at the top leaking a glistening drop. “What is that?”
“My arousal for you. My seed. It wants to be inside of you.”
“Why?”
“To make babies.”
“I’m not ready for that.”
“You will be.” Korin slowly guided her fingers up his cock. "I can put this inside you, queen."
She shivered in desire and looked at it. "But. . .this won't fit."
Korin's lips curved into a wicked smile. "I can definitely make it fit."
"But—"
"I promise you." His hand covered hers, guiding her to stroke him once. Twice. "I can make it fit. I'll just take my time."
Sol's pulse hammered in her throat. "Will it hurt?"
Korin's expression softened. "A little. But not so bad. And after. . ."
His thumb brushed across her knuckles. "After, it'll feel so good you'll forget the hurt ever happened."
Sol's mind was spinning. She turned her head to look for Pyrran.
The other side of the bed was empty.
"Where's your brother?"
Korin raised an eyebrow. "You mean your other king?"
Sol flushed. "Yes. Where is the murderous king?"
"I believe Pyrran is on a mission."
"What sort of mission?"
"One with the goal to make you happy."
Sol blinked. "How would he do that?"
"There are ways." Korin's hand slid up her thigh and his fingers traced patterns on her skin. "Ways to earn forgiveness. Ways to prove himself worthy of you."
Sol's jaw tightened. "I don’t know if there's anything he could do that would make me forgive him. He tried to kill me."
"You never know, queen." Korin's fingers moved higher. Closer to where she was still wet and aching. "We live a long time. And I believe my brother will spend decades—if not centuries—trying to make sure you love him."
Sol opened her mouth to argue.
But Korin moved.
Fast.
He rolled her onto her back. His body covered hers. His weight pressed her into the silk sheets, and his golden eyes burned down at her. "Just like I'm going to spend decades and centuries pleasuring you, in every way possible."
Then his mouth was on her breast.
Sol gasped.
His tongue dragged flat and slow across her nipple, so hot against her cool skin it seared like a brand. He sucked it into his mouth, and the wet heat pulled a sound from her throat she didn't recognize.
No one had ever touched her like this.
It was too much and too good all at the same time.
Korin's hand slid between her thighs, and his fingers found her pussy.
Slick.
Swollen.
Aching.
She whimpered, “Oh.”
He rubbed. “Do you like that, little queen?”
“Y-yes,” Sol cried out. Her hips bucked off the bed. Her hands flew to his hair, and she didn't know if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer.
"You're so wet," Korin groaned against her breast. He lapped at her nipple. "You’re so ready for my cock."
His fingers circled her clit.
Slow.
Torturous.
“Oh.” Sol's head fell back. Her mouth opened on a moan she couldn't contain.
She'd never felt anything like this. Never known her body could feel this way.
“I’m so glad no one has touched you here. I can tell.”
Her body vibrated in lust.
“Had I caught another’s smell, I would have killed him and all he cares about.”
She widened her eyes.
Her beast purred in a deep, rolling thrum that started in Sol's belly and radiated outward until her skin hummed with it. The sound startled her more than Korin's threat had.
“This body is only for my brother and me.” Korin moved to her other breast. Licked. Sucked. His teeth grazed her nipple, and she whimpered some more.
His fingers slid lower and one finger pressed against her entrance.
Testing.
Teasing.
Sol tensed. “I’m scared.”
"You are my queen." Korin kissed the valley between her breasts. "I am here to serve you. Tell me."
She pursed her lips.
“Do you want to see the different ways I can serve you?”
Her heart boomed in her ears. “Y-yes.”
Korin pushed his finger inside. The first press was slow burning heat parting cool, untouched walls that had never yielded before. Her inner muscles fluttered in surprise, clinging instinctively to the invading warmth as if trying to pull it deeper.
Her beast coiled tight inside her and became protective and alert. Then Korin's finger pushed deeper and the beast uncurled like it was stretching into the warmth.
“Ohhh.” Sol gasped at the intrusion.