Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 92771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Shade brushed a strand of hair off his brow. “Nay. This moment, I believe you are the perfect man.”
“Then we will make a good match, for I believe you to be the perfect woman.” He took hold of her chin as he leaned in and kissed her.
His kiss sparked and fired her passion that had been anticipating his return. She wanted or perhaps she needed to feel wanted, desired, loved, if only for a short while. She returned his kiss without hesitation and with the passion that had been building in her.
When his kiss drifted to her neck and his hand drifted to squeeze her breast gently, she felt a surge of passion rush through her body that made her feel more alive than she ever had. And when his tongue teased her nipple, she turned wet between her legs.
Quint’s desire overwhelmed him so fast that he turned hard in an instant. He could blame it on not having been with a woman in a while, but he knew better. It was his desire for Shade, and Shade alone, that overwhelmed him. He wanted to explore every inch of her, touch every inch of her, come to know every inch of her, leave his mark on every inch of her, claiming her as his woman. But how fair would that be to her when he left her?
The thought of leaving her, never seeing her again, never holding her in his arms angered him and made him want to leave his mark on her even more, so that she would never think about, or never desire another man but him ever again.
He soon found himself lost in intimate touches and kisses and the satisfaction of finally learning that her skin was soft all over. He did not want to ever stop running his hand over her, exploring the way her breast overflowed in his hand, how rosy and hard her nipple turned against his tongue. How soft the curve of her hips was, the flatness of her stomach, or how soft was the triangle of hair between her legs. To him, she was complete perfection.
“I want to touch you,” she said on a gasp as his fingers slipped between her legs.
“Another time. I have thought too long and hard on exploring you intimately and I will let nothing interfere with it.”
She gasped again as he introduced her to a pleasure that was indescribable, not to mention that all along he had been thinking of doing what he was now doing to her. He desired her as much as she did him.
A haze of passion consumed her. She could not think and at times she felt as if she could barely breathe. Her heart beat rapidly, her body felt on the verge of what she didn’t know but was desperate to discover.
She could not stop herself from moaning or having her moans grow in intensity. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he feasted on her breasts and his touches left her weak and roused at the same time.
His mouth found hers once again and he kissed her, then whispered, “You are sure about this?”
“Aye, very sure,” she said, not a doubt in her mind.
He moved to kneel between her legs, spreading them apart and coming down to rest over her, the muscles in his arms tense as his hands braced to either side of her kept him hovering over her.
She felt his manhood between her legs, felt the tip of it kiss her entrance, felt the overpowering need to feel more.
“Grab hold of my arms,” he said.
Shade did so without question and just as she had a good grip on him, Quint plunged into her. She gasped loudly at the strength of his entrance and how wonderful it felt, after a fleeting moment of pain, and the sheer pleasure of him moving inside her.
“Don’t stop,” she ordered when she saw in his eyes that he was about to do just that. “It feels much too wonderful.”
He smiled and kissed her quickly. “It’s going to feel more than wonderful shortly.”
Soon her moans filled the air, proving him right.
Instinct took over and she moved along with him in perfect unison to a rhythm she imagined was as old as time. She didn’t want it to end but knew such pleasure would reach a point of bursting and once it did, she screamed out his name.
“QUINT!”
His roar matched her scream, and he continued to increase their passion with thrust after thrust as they burst together and went tumbling into the abyss of pure pleasure.
She hugged him, not as tightly as she wanted her strength gone, lost in the exquisite pleasure that still continued to trickle through her body as her mind began to clear and return to her. He felt so good pressed against her that she didn’t want to let him go, but his spent body was beginning to weigh on her and he must have realized it since he slipped off her.