Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Mmmmm,” I mumble as I drag my lips just above the lace, where I've pushed up her shirt to kiss her hips. I glide my free hand up higher, toying with her breasts, pinching her nipples as she gasps. “And then what did we do?”
Talia sighs as I continue to kiss and tease her, her hips pressing off the wall and closer to my face on instinct. “I didn't know much back then,” she admits. “But I imagined your hands on me, with no fabric as a barrier.”
“Like this?” I glide my fingers over her stomach, around the small of her back and over the globes of her ass.”
“Yes,” she breathes the word.
“What about this?” I drag a finger over the lace, pulling it down to her ankles, and she quickly steps out of it. I dip my head between her thighs, releasing a hot breath over her stunning heat.
A small whimper escapes her throat. “I didn't know to imagine such things.”
I glance up at her, grinning at the way her lilac eyes are completely lust-riddled as she looks down at me, and I feel like the luckiest vampire in the world that this powerful, stunning creature is looking at me like that.
I massage her thighs, gently guiding them apart as I keep my eyes on her and lean in, licking through her slit in one long lap.
She gasps, her fingers flying to my hair and tangling there.
“I fantasized about it,” I say, my words vibrating against her flesh. “You have no idea how many times I dreamed of sinking my face between your thighs and gorging myself on your flavor.”
I don't give her time to respond before leaning in and licking her again. Her flavor hits my tongue in an explosion of delight, a heady mixture of sweet and salty, the scent of her making me rock hard to the point of aching.
But this isn't about me. This is about her. This is about showing her that I could spend my life happily on my knees for her if she'd only allow me to.
“Z,” she gasps as I eat at her with more tenacity, shifting one of her legs over my shoulder, holding her steady with one hand as I tease her with the other, using my fingers and tongue to turn her into a panting mess.
“Z,” she says again as I pump two fingers into her hot, wet pussy, using the tip of my tongue to tease the swollen bud that's begging for more attention.
My pulse thrums beneath my skin, my instincts soaring, begging me to sink my distended fangs into the soft flesh of her thigh and drink my fill, sealing our bond in the ways I always dreamed about.
I lock those instincts down, focusing on her pleasure, her body, and the way it responds to my touch, my words.
I curl those fingers inside her, glancing up to see her head thrown back against the wall, lips parted, and eyes clenched on the cusp of pleasure.
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life, and I want to see it every night for the rest of my existence.
I dip my head back between her thighs, sucking that swollen bud into my mouth hard and forceful as I curl my fingers, relishing the way she clamps down around them, her fingers tightening in my hair as she gasps with her release.
I gently pull my fingers out, replacing them with my tongue. Her flavor floods my tongue, and I lap her up, taking one orgasm right to the next until she’s limp against me.
Once I've worked her down, I carefully help her back into her lace and leather, putting each boot back on her feet before standing.
Her skin is flush with that post-orgasm glow, her eyes liquid as she smiles up at me. “That certainly never happened in my fantasy,” she says. “But it's absolutely going into my fantasy lineup now.”
I arch your brow at her. “Oh? And just how many of these fantasies of yours am I starring in?”
She bites back her smile. “I don't think your ego could handle it if I told you how many.”
“I assure you it would do nothing but good for me.”
She shakes her head. “Zachariah, I never thought I'd see the night that you would let sex distract you from a mission.”
Her words bring me back to reality, where we’re on a mission set forth by our king. I have a moment to explore the tiny amount of guilt I feel before it’s rushed away by the connection I feel with Talia.
I dip down and kiss her quickly, loving that she lets me in, that she whimpers at the taste of herself on my tongue. “I can't be held responsible for how irresistible I find you,” I say. “How desperate I am for my mate.”