Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
My mouth goes dry at the sight.
I lift my hand, my claws sheathed, and skim my fingers down her spine. She shivers with delight, turning slightly to smile at me. "That feels incredible."
I say nothing. What is there to say that will encompass all that I feel in this moment? Her skin is so soft, wet and gleaming. She is fragile yet strong, and I want to touch her all over. I think of the time I put my hand between her thighs and made her gasp and moan, and I want that more than anything. Being able to only use one hand to touch her is torture. Instead of holding on to the wall, I want to let my hands roam all over her naked form.
As I run my fingers down her back, she scrubs at her arms, paddling with her legs to keep afloat. Her hands move over her abdomen and she even ducks under to quickly clean her legs. When she emerges, she splashes, wiping water from her face. "I'd kill for some soap right now."
"I do not think our snow-people have any," I point out, gathering her streaming hair in my hand. "Judging from the smell."
She giggles, the sound lighter and more carefree than I have heard from her before. "No, I guess not." I tug lightly on her thick hair, wrapping it around my hand. I'm fascinated by the silken feel of it, and even more than that, fascinated at the idea of trapping her against me. With one little pull on her mane, I can drag her so close she can't escape. It is the predator in me thinking that way.
To my surprise, she moans. Aidy turns her head slightly and leans back until she's pressing her spine against my chest.
"You liked that?" I give her hair another gentle tug. "Like when I'm rough with you?"
"Not rough," she corrects. "Firm. There's a difference. I like a sexy hand in my hair but not a cruel one, if that makes sense."
I growl low in my throat at her words, imagining pinning her down with her hair and holding her tight under me. "You like my strength."
"I like that you can be strong to others and gentle with me," Aidy whispers.
"I'd never hurt you. You're a gift." I lean in and nuzzle at her wet head. "You know I would do anything for you, yes?"
"I know." She tugs her head free from my grasp and then turns in the water to face me. Aidy slides her arm around my waist and pulls her wet body flush with my cock, pressing it against her belly. The water laps at her breasts as she gazes up at me. "I still need scrubbing. My front could use some attention."
Is that so? With my free hand, I cup one of her breasts. It is small but full, the tip dark, and I stroke my thumb over it. She moans, her eyes closing, and leans back slightly, as if giving me room. I caress the rounded globe, watching her face to see which touches make her shiver, which ones make her breath speed up, and which ones give no response at all. If I run a finger along the underside of her breast, her purring grows louder. If I touch her nipple, she whimpers and arches against my hand, and the tip hardens.
"Suck on it," Aidy whispers. "Put your mouth on me."
My mouth? Right now? I love the thought. I sink deeper into the waters, lowering my head. She cups her breast and lifts it, an offering.
I tongue that hard little peak, and she cries out. Pleased, I wrap my arm around her waist and nuzzle at her breast, lapping at the nipple and toying with it. Experimentally, I take the entire tip in my mouth and suck on it, and love the hiss that escapes between her teeth. Her hands go to my hair and she holds me to her breast, panting.
This is the most exciting moment of my existence. Not even a battle could make my blood pound quite like this. I am so aroused that my cock is leaking into the heated water, and I long to push between her wet thighs and sink deep. I rub my face in the valley between her breasts and move over to the other one to give it attention. "You are perfect in my arms."
"I don't know why we didn't do this days ago," she agrees, her fingers digging into my mane. "God, that feels good."
I suck on her nipple, glad that I am pleasing her. I release it with a pop and then tilt my head up. I think of how when she gets excited, she mauls my mouth. I want that. I want her wild excitement. "Now eat my face."