Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
Her first time.
He’d made her endure that her first time.
He’d made her climax, but he’d done it like that her first time.
He did not find those words before she whispered wondrously, “You gave me stars.”
Stunned, he lifted his head and saw a soft darkness all around them, blinking pinpricks of light floating about, like they’d risen into the heavens and were coasting in the night sky.
Cass lost his fascination at that when she said, “I’m very angry at you.”
It sounded pouty and playful, but the words made his eyes shaft to her.
“For not doing that to me a whole lot sooner,” she finished.
He blinked down at her.
“Oh, and for stopping me suckling you. I was enjoying that,” she went on.
He continued to stare down at her.
She tugged at his beard and teased, “Do you lose the ability to speak after you climax?”
“No,” he grunted.
Her cheeky mood dissolved, and instead of tugging his beard, she was stroking it when she whispered, “Thank you.”
Lost in her new mood, as well as her eyes, he asked, “For what?”
“For making that so beautiful.”
Fuck.
Thank the gods.
He pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes, groaning, “Elena.”
She shifted her head so his cheek slid down hers and she had her lips at his ear.
“I now know why they leave,” she said there quietly.
“Why who leave?”
“The sisters who leave The Enchantments when they find a man who touches their soul.”
He closed his eyes tighter.
“I now know why they leave,” she repeated.
“Lamb.”
She kissed his neck and said again, “Thank you, Cassius.”
He kissed hers then lifted his head and kissed her mouth before he broke from her and said, “My pleasure. Very much my pleasure, my princess.”
She grinned up at him. “I sort of noticed that.”
He couldn’t stop himself from smiling down at her.
“And hearing that,” she teased. She began to appear thoughtful when she remarked, “Odd, how it’s almost more pleasurable to know I gave you pleasure than to have my own.”
He did not find that odd at all.
He also did not find it odd Elena thought just like that.
She came back to him. “Though, only almost.”
He wrapped his hand under her jaw, sweeping his thumb along her lower lip, watching his movement, murmuring, “I know this feeling.”
Even though she felt this, and he was relieved she did, with her inexperience, he had to share that there was another way.
He looked into her eyes. “That was rough, Ellie. I had hoped to go more gently the first time we were together.”
“Maybe we can try that sometime,” she suggested. “In a few months, or perhaps a few years.”
His relief increased, he grinned at her, trailed his thumb across her lip again, his eyes watching, and murmured, “Mm.”
“Oh my goddess,” she breathed.
At the tone of her voice and the understanding from it she was no longer in their conversation, Cassius shifted his gaze to her eyes and felt his whole body tense.
She was glancing to the side.
“What?” he demanded, his head jerking that way.
And that was when his entire body stilled.
He felt her head move as she turned it to better see and she repeated a thunderstruck, “Oh my goddess.”
He could not believe his eyes.
And thus, he asked, “Elena, are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
“I think so, unless your lovemaking is so good, we’re both having delusions.”
He did not think it was that.
They moved, and Cassius tensed again, dipping his shoulder toward the unknown in an effort to afford her some sort of protection, wondering where his bloody clothes were.
“It’s okay, Cass, they’re harmless,” she whispered. “But skittish. No sudden moves.”
He warily eyed the one in the lead, thinking that horn was not harmless.
“Elena,” he growled.
“They come closer.”
He watched, alert but altogether fascinated as the two unicorns moved slowly, making their way toward he and his princess.
“I wonder what they’re doing here. They only dwell in The Enchantments.” She was still whispering.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered as they got even closer.
“Just, rise up…but slowly,” she instructed.
He did, pushing up on a hand, disconnecting from her, which was bloody disappointing, but he had two unicorns on his hands, no clothes on, his woman was also nude, there wasn’t a pixie in the sky and not a sound in the forest.
It was eerie.
Odd.
Not right.
Elena came up with him so they were both on their knees, front to front, and he twisted her so he was between her and the unicorns, his back to them. He turned his head as he did this so he did not lose sight of the creatures.
The lead one halted, drew back, dropped his head, so that long, glittering, spiraled horn was aimed their way.
“Fuck,” he bit.
“It’s all right. Just be still,” she urged.
They were unknowns, but they were beyond exquisite. Their white coats gleamed almost opalescent. The front one, the bigger one, casting more purples and blues, the back one, the smaller one, casting more corals and pinks.