Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Ambrose swiped his hand over his mouth and smiled softly.
“You taste so good,” he said so quietly I barely heard him.
I pushed myself up and scooted away from him before moving to my hands and knees. He watched me intently as I got closer, his hands reaching for my back, then curving around my ribs.
He was salty when I licked the tip of his erection and then sucked him into my mouth. A past relationship had cured me of interest in blow jobs years before, but I wanted Ambrose in my mouth. I wanted to taste him and feel him against my tongue and the back of my throat. Any associations I’d connected to the act weren’t applicable with my mate. I wanted to know him in any and every way I could.
One of his hands tangled in my hair as the other slid down my back and between the cheeks of my ass, gently playing over the skin there until I squirmed.
It wasn’t like any other experience I’d ever had. I needed more, more, more. I couldn’t imagine a way that we could get close enough. I burned, addicted to him and what we were doing. My clit throbbed.
“Come here,” he ordered gruffly as he tugged me away by my hair.
As I kneeled on the edge of the bed and met his eyes, my hair still tangled in his fist, I’d never felt more myself. Powerful even.
“May I have you?” he asked, tipping my head back until our lips were nearly touching.
The words were heavy. Weighted. And though I wasn’t sure why, I knew they were important.
“Yes,” I rasped.
He groaned as his lips crashed down on mine, and he crawled onto the bed with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and mewled when his erection tapped against my swollen clit. Our chests brushed, the hair on his abrading my nipples as he pressed me into the bed.
“Ulf,” I whimpered, canting my hips as he ground against me. “Please.”
Leaning up on one arm, he cupped my cheek in his palm as he shifted his hips and pressed in, the head of his erection notching just inside me before pausing.
“My mate,” he whispered, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he kissed my chin.
“Almost,” I whispered back as I arched my neck.
The sound that left my mouth when he rammed inside me was something between a scream and a growl, unrecognizable to my ears. When he began to move, I held his face in my shaking hands, so overwhelmed that I needed the sight of him to keep me grounded.
“You’re so perfect,” he grunted, his eyes on mine. “Everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I gasped as he twisted his hips a little on the next thrust, hitting the spot inside me that made my entire body throb with pleasure. The heat was like hot lava in my veins, and every inch of flesh he touched sent out waves of cool relief, the mixture of pain and pleasure so intertwined that it was impossible to keep them separate in my mind.
Sex was fun, and it felt good, but I’d never experienced anything like Ambrose staring into my eyes as he pressed himself inside me over and over again. Calling it sex was a misnomer. What we were doing was transformative. It turned us from two single people into a single entity. I was him and he was me.
I came so hard that I didn’t have the breath to make a sound, but when it faded, the arousal just crested higher, like I hadn’t orgasmed at all.
I stared at Ambrose in alarm. Something was wrong.
“It’s okay, baby,” he said softly, pulling me with him as he leaned back until I was in his lap, our bodies still connected.
“Ambrose,” I whimpered, rolling my hips as the pleasure intensified. I was getting close again already, the feeling so acute that my skin broke out in goose bumps.
“That’s it, love,” he said, his hand on my hip guiding the movement while he thrust in counterpoint. “That’s it.”
As I came a third time, his fist tugged my head back, and his teeth sank into my neck.
White noise filled my ears as I stared blindly at the ceiling, the sensation going on and on with no respite. I couldn’t think or breathe even as he lifted his thumb and gripped it with his teeth. It wasn’t until he shoved that same thumb into my mouth and I closed my lips around it that my eyes fell closed, and I sucked.
My pussy clenched as a new wave rushed over me, and by the time he lowered me gently back to the bed, I was sobbing with relief and exhaustion.
The mating heat had all but disappeared except for a cozy sense of warmth.
Ambrose kissed my mouth. My cheeks. My temples and forehead. My nose.