Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
This time when he places his tongue on my clitoris, he also works a finger into my pussy. My hips move of their own accord, seeking a harder rhythm. I am closing in on something. I am not sure what, but I need to find out where he is trying to take me. I am so close. Close to pleasure. Close to him.
“Yes, baby,” he encourages, watching my face. “Fuck my fingers. Show me what you need.”
I push against him as he adjusts his pace. He adds another finger, stretching me. He thrusts harder into me while his tongue is planted firmly against my clitoris. Close, oh so close, to that lovely place. I let my feet find Dante’s shoulders, using his body to anchor mine. I give over to the instincts riding me. I fuck his fingers and his tongue. I liked this word. I like fuck. Fucking feels like heaven, and I wonder what it would feel like to have him thrust his man part into me. I think I will like this better because I can see him. When the mating happened before, he was behind me. I want to see Dante’s face.
I pump against his fingers. When my body feels like it will split in two, I allow myself to fall over the edge. What did he call it? Orgasm. Orgasm feels like a sweet wave across my skin. It is better than anything.
My body goes soft, and I cannot help the giggle that escapes. I never laugh, but now I understand the impulse. Laughter bubbles over, and I cannot stop it. I am happy. Happy.
Dante laughs against my skin, his every touch a little aftershock. When he finally moves up my body, he looks lighter and happier than before.
“Do I please you, Kaja?”
It would be simple to hurt him as he hurt me. I have what I need. He does not want me, but he asks for my acceptance. It would be simple to deny it.
“Yes,” I say dreamily. My arms drift up and around his neck. He does not want me for more than a night or two, but I will take them. I will take these nights and hold them close to my heart. When the lonely days come again, I will dream of his green eyes and strong arms. I will pretend I am still his. “Yes, you please me, Dante.”
“I am glad, consort,” he says with a grin. He has the sweetest dimples in his cheeks when he really smiles. I trace them with my fingers. Dante leans down and presses his mouth over mine. I gasp in surprise. “I suppose the Second wasn’t great at kissing, either.”
“What is kissing?”
His smile is pure decadence now. “Let me show you, wife.”
He leans over again. I can taste myself on him. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, and it rubs against mine. I sigh. Whatever this kissing thing is, I like it very much. Dante’s arms wind around me. I am surrounded by him. His skin touches mine. His scent fills my senses. His tongue mates with mine. So close to him. It is almost as though we are one person, and I am no longer alone.
After a long moment, he comes up for air. He presses his lips against me once more and then gets up.
“Wait here, just a minute,” he commands.
He jumps up. His man part is fully extended, and it tents his pants admirably. Will he thrust it into me now? I will allow it because he brought me such pleasure, but I dread it. Dante crosses to the chest Cara pointed out before. He comes back with a smile on his face and what appears to be an egg in his hand. Were they going to have a meal?
“Vampire tech,” he says. He seems excited. I wonder what he intends to do with the egg since he does not eat in the normal way. Then he turns it, and it begins to vibrate. “We’re going to have so much fun, Kaj.”
I lay back and close my eyes. I trust him and am ready for this fun he speaks of. When he places the egg on me, I am sure this is Valhalla.
Chapter Nine
Dante
.I swat at whatever weird bug keeps trying to wake me up. Only on a faery plane would I have to deal with insects. Trust me, vampires got rid of those long ago. At least in the heights. I groan and try to turn over in bed. Maybe if I keep my eyes closed I can hold on to sleep. If I wake up, I’ll have to deal with the fact that my dick is still hard eight hours after my wife’s marathon orgasm session.
The bug tickled my ear. I try turning over.
I didn’t come once. Well, I did, but it was an “oops” kind of orgasm, so it doesn’t count. I came in my pants like a horny teenager.