Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
He opens his eyes and gazes up at me with such hunger on his face. Leaning into my hand, he nips at my palm, next to the bite mark I have on my hand, the mark that shows the world that I’m his. Arousal floods my body, and even though I’m not feeling my best, I want nothing more than to be under him, tied to him with his knot, claimed by my mate. “Make love to me,” I whisper. “Claim your mate.”
Nemeth groans, his teeth scraping my hand again. “Milettahn.”
Mate. It’s the most intimate of nicknames, one given only to a mate that has claimed one’s heart. I love that Nemeth says it to me, and I decide to say it back, just to see how he reacts. “You are my milettahn, too,”
Heat flares in his eyes. A low, sexy growl rises in his throat. “I want to lick your cunt,” he tells me feverishly as he rises from the ground, his arms locked around me. I’m lifted into the air, safe in his arms. “I want you on my tongue. I want to make you come. I want you to come so hard that your cunt traps my tongue inside it because it’s squeezing so hard. and then I’m going to put my cock inside you and fill you up. And when you’re full, I’m going to keep pushing and make you take my knot. I’m going to make you take all of me, and then I’m going to fill you with my seed so full that there will never be a question, ever, of who you belong to. My scent will be painted all over you for the world to breathe in.”
I moan at his filthy words. “I want that. I want all of that.”
He sets me down on the bed, ever gentle, and then throws my skirts up. They smack me in the face even as his hands are on my legs, pulling off my bloomers and revealing my cunt. Nemeth makes a satisfied sound at the sight of me, then eases my thighs apart, pressing hungry kisses along the inside of my knee. He works his way up, making a line for my pussy, and I spread my thighs wider in invitation. It’s been days since we touched, and I’m ravenous for him. I need this connection between us. I need his tongue, his knot. I need him to remind me that we’re in this together, that no matter what happens, I’m his mate and he’s mine.
“I love you,” I pant as his teeth scrape at the apex of my thighs. “I love you so much. I’m sorry I’m forcing us to leave.”
He growls against my pussy, his tongue swiping over my folds, and I shudder with arousal. “You are forcing nothing, Candra. You do not apologize.” With practiced ease, he finds my clit and teases it, drawing little circles around the hooded nub. “You are my mate. I would do anything for you.”
“Then make me come,” I breathe. “Make me come so hard, Nemeth.”
“You want to come? You want me to make this pussy clench?” He lifts his head, gazing up at me even as his thumb strokes up and down through my wet slit. “You want my knot?”
I choke with need. I love it when he gets demanding in bed. “Yes!”
“Then get on your belly, love.”
Moaning, I do as he commands. I love it when he takes me from behind, because he grips my hips so tightly. Our bodies fit together like magic in those moments, and he’s able to push into me so deep that I feel undone. I move onto my belly, my ass in the air, my feet hanging over the edge of the bed.
A moment later, I’m gripped by two big hands, my buttocks clenched tight in his palms as he spreads my cheeks and buries his face there, licking at the entrance to my body. I cry out, rocking back against him, my hands fisting in the blankets. “Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, Nemeth.”
I love that he buries his nose into my body. I love that his tongue pushes so deep inside me. I love that he lifts my hips into the air just a bit more, as if dragging me toward his mouth so he can lap at me properly. Normally he teases me with little strokes of his tongue, edging me toward my orgasm.
Not today. He’s ravenous, his mouth devouring me as his tongue thrusts into my channel. I make a choked sound of surprise, clenching around him. He only works me harder, and I can feel the urgency in his body. It’s evident in how badly he needs me, how he feasts on my cunt as if he’s starving. How he guzzles at me as if he’s never tasted anything so incredible before. All the while, he makes noises of pleasure in his throat, letting me know that while he’s attacking my channel with his tongue, he’s thoroughly enjoying himself.