Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
I moan, my hands squeezing into fists. Oh fuck. That's exactly what I want. In the past, I'd have skittered away from such an intimate touch, because even the slightest drip of pre-cum can feel too hot against my skin. But it doesn't feel too hot now. It feels good. Right. Perfect. And he feels so hard and hot and unyielding that a whimper escapes me.
He works the head of his dick back and forth through my folds, until it's slicking through my arousal and making wet sounds. I pant, trying to arch up and sink him into me each time the crown tantalizingly drifts over my core and then keeps on going. I want him to stop there and push into me. I want him to sink deep and fill this hollowness aching inside me. "Azar," I whimper. "Azar, please."
Azar reaches up and caresses my cheek, his claws skimming over my face. His expression is reverent, the look on his face downright staggered. Melina. My name echoes between us. My mate.
All yours, I agree.
His claws skim down to my neck and then he encircles my throat, even as he presses his dick to the entrance of my body.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yes.
With another low growl, Azar sinks to the hilt inside me.
I cry out. It's impossible not to. It's been a long time since I've had anything that big inside of me, and the sudden push of Azar's length filling me up is beyond words. My body shivers with sensation and I take deep, gasping gulps of air as I adjust to the feel of him. He's bigger and thicker than I've ever had before, and his skin feels deliciously hot but not enough to burn. I let out another choked sound as he grunts and pushes a little deeper, his sac pressing up against my skin.
Did I…hurt…you? His thoughts seem to war within themselves, as if he's struggling to compose a sentence and can't remember what words are. The feeling behind his mind is clear, though, and the concern.
"I'm fine," I breathe, and every pore, every nerve in my body feels as if it's alive. Sensations ripple through me, and I could swear I feel every inch of Azar pressing inside me. I feel his pleasure, too, the faint hum of wonder coursing through his mind as he realizes he's claiming me. "I feel wonderful."
He groans, the sound as delicious as the sensations moving through me. Your body. Your cunt…so tight. You feel so good, Melina.
I give a little twitch of my hips, encouraging him to move. Azar's breath hitches, and he pumps into me, then pauses, as if waiting for permission. Ironic, considering he still has a hand on my throat.
Should I remove it? His claws brush my neck, his thoughts reverent. I would never hurt you.
No, it's good. I like it. But I like it better when you move. And I lift my hips—or try to. The angle isn't working well for me.
He gets the hint, though. Azar's focus slides away from my face and down to where our bodies are joined. He pulls out almost to the tip and then sinks back in, his movements languid and unhurried. The next thrust is a bit sharper, a bit harder. After that, he moves slow again. It's as if he's figuring out which movements make my body spark. He shifts his weight, and then the angle changes ever so slightly, and when he moves this time, it's bliss. I gasp, nodding encouragement as he focuses in on my sensations and repeats that movement. He rocks into me, his thrusts picking up speed as he realizes that it feels good. I try to meet his movements, but he's so fierce and determined that all I can do is throw my head back and ride the wave of pleasure as he hammers into me.
His thoughts drift through mine as he fucks me—how beautiful my body is, the way my breasts bounce when he pumps deep, how good my cunt feels, squeezing around him. It adds another layer of sensation, and when I feel his climax tightening through him, my body responds as well. The hot, curling pleasure deep inside me keeps increasing, and I'm whimpering as I move toward the edge. "I'm close," I tell him. "So close. Keep going." He thrusts deep, rubbing up against that perfect spot, and I choke on pleasure. "Don't stop."
Azar growls, his hand tightening on my throat. I can feel his claws pricking my neck, and though I can still breathe fine, his hand feels tight and possessive. You have to come first, he demands. Give me your release.
That's no way to ask!
I'm not asking. I'm telling.
I gasp again, and the authority in his head—echoing into mine—sends a shudder of pleasure through me. My toes curl and my legs tighten, and all the while, Azar hammers into me with fierce, single-minded intensity. He's not letting up until I come, and that's the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen. My pleasure is more important than his.