Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
It’s probably foolish, but I nod. “I need that. Need you.”
“I know.” He drags his lips up my neck.
The electric sensation of his breath feathering over my sensitive skin, of his lips claiming the flesh he’s claimed so many times before, makes me gasp. But I feel a new urgency. A new something. A possessiveness he’s never exhibited.
I roll my head to the side, allowing him all the access he craves.
“And I’m here.” He strokes his hand up my body—to my waist, my rib cage, the sensitive side of my breast. When I gasp into his ear, he groans. “That’s it, Tabby. Feel me. Let me take your pain and give you pleasure.”
I shouldn’t; I know that. I’ll be leaning on him too much. It’s unlikely he’ll be here later when I need him in other ways. I shouldn’t lean on him to cope with my grief.
Then, through my blouse, he drags his thumb over my puckered nipple. My entire body pings with tingles. With knee-weakening desire. He’s both arousing and comforting. Despite my confusion, I arch into his touch.
Suddenly, he’s nuzzling my nipple through my shirt…even as he begins to undo the buttons, slowly unfastening the one after the other, in a seductive, measured cadence. Seconds later, my shirt gapes open, and the only thing between him and my breasts is a flimsy lace bra.
“Raiden…” I breathe. “We shouldn’t. Not here. We don’t have time now. We—”
“Shh. There’s no one on this side of the building, and your expression is killing me. You need someone to hold you, and I’m dying to be that man.”
How am I supposed to argue with that?
He doesn’t say another word, just presses reverent kisses to the swells of my breasts, his lips hovering inches above the scalloped lace. Fighting him is no use. The feel of his mouth on me all through my body, his hot breaths warming my skin… It’s too much to fight.
Instead, I fist my hands into the hair at his nape and let my head fall back, opening myself to him totally.
Raiden moans his appreciation and pushes the cup of my bra aside, exposing one mound. His thumb scrapes across the sensitive surface, bringing it back to screaming, turgid life. His mouth follows suit.
Sensations bombard me, sucking me under, into a world of pleasure. Tingles abound. My skin tightens. I’m restless and dying inside every moment I’m not melded with Raiden.
Without thought, I shove aside his trench, attack his sweater, and bare his broad, ridged chest to my needy stare. His bronzed skin, brown male nipples, light dusting of pale hair, his corrugated abs… He’s pure male animal power. And he’s all mine again.
At least for now.
As his teeth scrape my nipple, he pushes the rest of my bra aside with his free hand and inhales my distended bud in his mouth, pinching the first with devilish fingers. The pleasure zings straight down between my legs, where I’m already wet and achy. Waiting for him to fill me, take away my pain, and make me whole is an exquisite torment.
Only Raiden does this to me. Every time. Yes, every grown witch or wizard relies primarily on sex for their energy, so I haven’t made it through my thirty-six years without physical recharging. But until Raiden, I’d never lost my body to a lover, much less my heart.
Today is no exception.
He rips into the rest of my clothes and shoves them down my hips, falling to his knees so he can worship my breasts whilst stripping me bare. And I let him, gladly.
Once he’s peeled away my skirts and knickers, he remains crouched, staring at the aching flesh between my legs. He glides a finger through my slick furrow. I gasp.
“Always so wet and ready, Tabby. Just for me?”
I don’t dare answer that question.
“Touch me,” I say instead. “I want to feel you deep inside me.”
“You will,” he murmurs, coming closer, closer...
A moment later, he lifts my leg with one powerful hand, opening me to his delving stare. He licks his lips, and my heart stops. My world narrows to his mouth and my shaking breaths. Is he really going to…?
We’ve exchanged energy in a frenzy of passion more than a few times, but Raiden has never tasted me. This behavior is common among mated wizards. They sample their mates, indulging in the very taste that drew them to Call to her.
Raiden never will. So…why is he doing this with me now?
Suddenly, he’s on me, mouth open—hot, open, starving. He rakes his tongue up my slit in one long, possessive lick. The shock of it rips a broken cry from my throat.
Then he spreads me wider with his thumbs, exposing every secret fold, and sucks my clit between his lips like he’s claiming it—claiming me. Only his iron grip on my hips, pinning me to the desk, keeps me upright. My heart slams against my ribs. My legs threaten to give out. And I stop seeking the answers to my questions.