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)
Eventually, Mars slid a hand up to cup the back of her head and he shoved her face in his neck.
But he was still laughing.
It took him a moment to feel her finger, which was trailing over his pectoral.
It did not take him any time at all to feel it circling his nipple.
“If you make me get out of this bed today, my king,” she muttered, “I won’t speak to you for a week.”
Smiling, he rolled them and looked down at his Silence.
“We will finish our breakfast. We will have the maids bring your wee monkey to us for a visit. We will have them take Piccola away when you have had your fill. And then I’ll fuck you for the rest of the day. Is that plan to your liking?”
“You seem to need, um…rest periods,” she noted.
He tipped his head. “Is that a challenge?”
“I don’t, well…know,” she replied, gazing up at him questioningly.
“It is a challenge,” he confirmed.
And then he smiled yet again before dipping closer.
“And I accept,” he drawled.
His wife’s extraordinary eyes went quicksilver.
This they did…
Right before he kissed her.
64
The Enchantments
Prince Cassius
Ten Miles from The Northwest Border of The Enchantments
WODELL
She was killing him.
“Elena,” he bucked his hips up into hers, “move,” he growled.
“Mm,” she murmured, bending to him and using her lips and tongue on his neck.
That felt nice.
Her wet snugness wrapped around his cock felt nicer.
But she seemed content to sit on it and do nothing but squirm every once in a while, while gazing down upon him, drinking him in with her eyes and tracing his ink with her fingertips.
Yes.
Fucking killing him.
Though, all that was before she started taking him in with her lips.
“You feel very nice,” she said into his neck.
“You feel very nice too,” he said to the roof of the tent. “And if you don’t mind, I’d like to feel all that nice riding my cock.”
She lifted her head and smiled down at him impertinently.
Then she squirmed her hips on his.
He groaned.
Bloody hell.
He scowled up at her.
And then it hit him.
“Are you teasing me?” he whispered.
“Hmm?” she asked, her brows drawing up lazily as she licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and grazed the ridges of his ribs in a touch so light, he could convince himself it hadn’t happened even though every inch of his body knew it had.
“You’re teasing me,” he murmured.
She squeezed him with the walls of her pussy before saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You bloody do,” he growled and bucked powerfully, throwing her off.
Not expecting that, she cried out and lost track of her limbs.
But before he could get her into position on her belly to do his own teasing, she recovered and came at him.
Cassius could not say he’d ever wrestled in the confines of a one-person tent, with a beautiful naked woman, or other.
What he could say was that it was a highly delectable experience.
Especially when his superior strength and the close confines merged to give him an advantage, and he won.
This winning meant Elena was on her knees before him, his hand wrapped around the back of her neck pressing her cheek to the blankets, so her moan was muffled when he drove into her with his cock.
“Yes,” he grunted.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Cassius let her neck go and gripped her hips, forcing them forward and then slamming them back to take his thrusts.
Elena found the rhythm, and embraced it heartily, panting and whimpering.
He was getting close, but she seemed to be able to take his fucking the rest of the day, and enjoy it, therefore he realized something had to be done.
He fell back, arse to his heels, pulled her up on his cock, satisfied by her pleasured gasp, and continued pulsing up into her as he put the finger of one hand to her clit, the fingers of the other to her nipple, and with all, he rolled.
Her head fell back to his shoulder.
“I think…I like…morning sex,” Elena panted.
Cassius tugged at her nipple, and she turned her head, biting into his jaw through his beard.
“I’m thinking you just like sex,” he grunted.
“Yes,” she whispered into his neck. “With you.”
Fucking Elena.
He turned his head with meaning, a meaning she read.
He then took her mouth, fucked it with his tongue, pulling at her nipple, rolling tight at her clit and thrusting inside, fast and deep.
She came, her moan drifting down his throat.
He wrapped an arm around her chest, the other around her belly, and he planted her on his cock, coming too, his groan driving down hers.
She was nibbling at his lips when he stopped feeling nothing but enjoying being buried inside her and he took over, not nibbling, claiming her lips for a deep kiss.
He ended it to give her the chance to breathe, for if they had the time, he could fuck her all day, but if it was all he could have, he could kiss her all day as well.