Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Flicking her fingers, the surface of the pool vibrates all around us. She takes a deep breath, raising her hands—
The water follows her movements, just like it had the last time we were in the pond. She’s learning so quickly. And her smile is breathtaking.
“Good,” I whisper. “Now, tell it what you need it to do.”
She nods, then rolls her fingers. The water gathers and forms into hundreds of tiny drops, then grow bigger, rising and falling in the air like she’s playing catch with all of them. Then she draws her hands together, gathering all the droplets to create one giant sphere that she sends soaring into the air before it crashes down at the other end of the pool.
“Dagon!” she squeals. “I did it! I can feel it.” She whirls around, throwing her arms around my neck.
I huff out a laugh, catching her against me, and return the hug.
“It’s incredible,” she says, drawing back enough to look at me. The position puts our mouths so fucking close together.
Her lips crash into mine, and I groan at the sweet sensation. I’ve craved her mouth since the last time we were together, and the connection restores life in my blood. Sends it soaring right along with my heart.
“Sorry,” she hurries to pull away. “I meant to say thank you. That’s it.”
“Is that all you want?” I ask, chest heaving.
She shakes her head.
“You want more?” My voice is guttural. “Physically,” I clarify. That’s all this is anyway, right? An ache that needs to be soothed. I can do that. I can be that for her.
“Yes,” she admits on a whisper.
“Then come back here,” I demand.
She’s back in my arms in seconds, and the last shred of my self-control dissolves completely.
“Dagon,” she sighs my name against my lips as I draw her flush.
I nip at her bottom lip, relishing the taste of her as I slip into her mouth. Fuck, she feels amazing, my hands roaming everywhere I can reach. I can’t feel enough, touch enough, drink in enough of her breathy little moans.
“Annika,” I groan when she does her own exploration, her fingertips dragging over my bare chest.
She rocks against me, gasping at the feel of my hard cock against her.
Shit, if she does that again—
She does.
I groan, spinning us, rushing to set her on the edge of the pool. I step between her thighs. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” I kiss down her neck, over her chest, palming a breast before I move lower.
I spread her thighs a bit more, and she gasps as I dip my head between them.
I look up at her, silently questioning.
She nods, her eyes wild with lust.
Lust I put there. Hell fucking yes.
I push her bathing suit to the side and lick.
“Dagon!” she gasps at that first contact.
I don’t hesitate to do it again, groaning as her flavor bursts on my tongue—all heady and sweet. I grip her thighs, dragging her closer to the edge to give me a better angle to eat at her. She arches off the edge of the pool, into my mouth, and I about come from that move alone.
Fuck, she’s sexy. Brilliant and gorgeous and infuriating.
I need more.
I lick her again, alternating between long laps and teasing plunges with my tongue, my heart pounding against my chest. My fangs punch out and it’s all I can do not to sink them into the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Drinking from each other would be more than just a physical release. And that’s what she needs from me. A release. I’m just the lucky fuck she picked to deliver it.
“Dagon, I’m…I’m…” She breathes the words, stuttering as her pleasure builds.
My cock is hard as granite and desperate to take my tongue’s place. I tell it to calm the fuck down. This is about her. Just her.
I wrap my arm around her lower back, dragging her tighter against me as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth—
“Dagon!” she cries out as her orgasm floods my mouth. I drink her down, working her through the throes of it as her breaths slow.
I right her swimsuit, then draw back far enough to look at her. She’s a vision, glowing with that post-orgasm haze, her fangs peeking through her parted lips.
I could do that forever. Put that look there forever and die happy.
Wait, what?
Terror slices through me as I suddenly realize how much space she’s taking up in my heart. Fuck. When did that happen?
Doesn’t matter. It can’t happen. Not when we have enemies everywhere just looking for a weakness to exploit. I can’t put her at risk like that. Because if I care about anyone, they instantly become a possible tool for our enemies. We saw that much with Zachariah’s mate, Talia.
Something inside me grows and shifts, begging for attention. No, demanding it.