Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“I don’t hate you.”
“Why should you?” Her face twists. “You’re not the one who was stolen from your home.”
“This is your home.”
“You really have a way of making me feel welcome.”
I’m fast reaching the limit of my patience. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“For crying out loud, Aruan. A glacier has more warmth than what you projected after fucking me.”
My frustration mounts. “I wasn’t cold toward you. I needed a few moments to think, and you made it obvious that you didn’t want me around. What did you expect after showing your regret so openly?”
“I regretted having sex with you because of the way you behaved afterward.” Her voice rises. “You made no secret of the fact that the sex didn’t please you, and then you walked away and left me cold.”
“I never said the sex didn’t please me.”
“Oh, come on.” She utters a laugh. “You didn’t have to. It was written all over your face.”
“Sex with you was an incandescent experience, Elsie.” I tilt my hips, pressing the tormenting hardness of my cock against that enticing soft spot between her legs. “I have a feeling that’s not going to change. I can prove it if you don’t believe me.”
She bucks and twists her hips, rubbing herself in the process over my cock and only aggravating my need with her struggling.
“Keep still,” I warn. “Or don’t hold me accountable for the consequences.”
She goes quiet at that, staring at me with all the hatred she proclaimed not a moment ago. Yet her body isn’t unwilling. I can hear the wild rhythm of her heartbeat. My enhanced senses allow me to smell the sweet scent of her arousal. I can feel her wetness through the layers of my clothes and the sheet that covers her. Her nipples are hard little pebbles that poke my chest. And it’s all I can do not to rip apart the fabric preventing our naked bodies from touching and my cock from sinking into the welcome heat of her pussy.
The thought alone sets my body on fire. Sparks sizzle beneath my skin. My intention changes from talking this through to something entirely different. I can’t control the all-consuming lust. I can’t hold back.
She opens her mouth, but before she can protest, I press my lips to hers. Her mouth tastes like honey. Her lips are soft and pliable, a gift for my taking. And I take. I steal inside her mouth with my tongue and tease hers into doing this dance with me.
At first, despite her promise, she’s resistant, pushing on my shoulders to put distance between us. But as every successive sweep of my tongue explores a little deeper, a little longer, the tension in her muscles eases. I cup her face and keep her in place while eating those lips that are the most delicious treat ever created.
By the time I bring the kiss to a slow halt, she reverses the roles by snaking her arms around my neck and refusing to let go. A protest escapes her mouth when I tear my lips from hers, but the sound quickly changes to a throaty moan as I glide a hand over the silky sheet to explore her naked body underneath.
I lean on one elbow to study her exquisite shape. The sheet draws her naked curves in a thin, shiny fabric spun from the silver silk of the rarest silkworms, creating a stunning picture that’s even more erotic than if she were naked. Her small breasts are firm and pert, her nipples extending beneath the teasing strokes I administer with my palms. The dip of her stomach is a beautiful valley that leads to the small mound of her pelvis. I take my time to memorize her contours with my gaze and to learn her shape with my hand, and then, finally, I slide my fingers to the prize between her thighs.
The caress is light, but her breath catches, showing me the effect my touch has on her body. I reverse my path, getting reacquainted with all her pretty curves by using my fingertips like the brush of a painter to outline her shape. I start at the hollow of her throat and her collarbone before tracing my way down to her breasts, her nipples, her navel, and the junction of her legs.
Her breathing turns labored when I draw light patterns over the silk that covers the most intimate part of her. She moans again, gripping my wrist when I circle her clit in a touch that’s barely there, but she doesn’t push me away, so I increase the pressure and rub the button at the apex of her sex with the heel of my palm.
“Aruan.” She digs her nails into my skin. “Please.”
I trace her slit with the flat end of my hand, watching as the action dips the silk between her folds. “Who do you belong to, Elsie?”