Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Nestore cupped my cheeks with scarred palms, his dark eyes full of dread. “Will you ever love the man I’ve become?”
Tears flooded my eyes because the little girl Amelia in the first photo with Nestore would have said no without hesitation. There was no hesitation as I spoke now either. “I already do.”
He kissed me harshly, but eventually his touch became sweeter, less desperate, almost accepting.
He removed his fur coat and covered me in it, then he put his bone crown on my head. He fell to his knees and pressed his mouth to my belly, then tilted his head up to meet my gaze. “You are my queen, Amelia. You are the only reason my heart is still beating. You are the reason I remember I’m human, not a mere beast. I want you to reign over our city by my side.”
My heart swelled with love. I sank down and wrapped my arms around Nestore.
“I’m covered in blood, dove,” he rasped.
“I don’t care.” I held him tighter. I breathed in his very own spicy, musky scent, which mixed with the metallic tang of blood. It was a familiar scent. One I didn’t fear or abhor.
I hooked my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. He breathed raggedly, his eyes full of longing and need.
I pushed to my feet and held out my hand. “Come.”
He put his hand in mine and stood, then followed me inside. We didn’t speak. I led him into our bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. Nestore helped me out of his coat and my now blood-smeared clothes. Then we stepped into the shower together. He had a gash below his rib that I only noticed now that the water washed away the dried blood.
We helped each other clean, then towel dried before I led Nestore toward our bed. He put down the bone crown on the nightstand, then I made him stretch out on top of the covers. My eyes took in his muscled body, the many scars that only made him more attractive to me.
This was the first time we’d be intimate since I knew he was as much mine as I was. I wanted to appreciate every inch of him as he always did me. I climbed on the bed and kissed his cheek, then his chest, swiping my tongue over his nipple before I moved lower, allowing my lips to gently skim his scars. His breathing deepened as I trailed down his six-pack to his pelvis. His cock was slowly hardening, and my own body responded with need at the sight. But I wanted us to go slow today. I wanted us to really worship each other.
I curled my fingers around his length, then swirled my tongue around its tip. I cast my eyes up when I sucked the head into my mouth. Nestore watched me in rapt attention, his expression twisting with lust and appreciation. He cupped my head, but not to steer my movement. The touch was gentle. I knew it wouldn’t always be like this, and I didn’t want it to be. I wanted to be dominated and ravaged, but now and then, I also wanted us to make love.
I sucked him deeper into my mouth, taking my time, enjoying the saltiness in my mouth and the way his stomach hollowed when his tip hit the back of my throat. I didn’t go further. Instead, I established a slow rhythm of him gliding in and out of my mouth while my tongue teased his tip.
“I need you,” Nestore murmured.
I drew back and slid a hand between my legs to test my readiness. I was slick from giving him head.
Nestore grabbed my hand and pulled it away. “Let me taste you first.”
I nodded. He tugged me toward his face, gripped my hips, and helped me position myself above his head. I gripped the headrest, suddenly shy.
Nestore didn’t pull me down. He didn’t dominate this time. “Take from me what you need.”
I swallowed thickly, my clit swelling with need. I released a deep breath and slowly lowered my hips until my pussy touched Nestore’s lips. They parted, and his tongue darted out. I threw my head back, my fingers clenching as he sucked my clit. Then he stopped, and he nudged me with the tip of his tongue invitingly. “Take your pleasure. Tonight I’m at your mercy, dove. Ride my tongue.”
I lowered my hands to his head and cupped his sides, then I began to move my pelvis back and forth so his tongue slid over the length of my pussy. I kept his head steady as I ground myself against his tongue and lips. He watched me with rapt attention and so much adoration that my heart threatened to explode with love. My clit throbbed with every brush of his tongue, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. “I need your fingers,” I pressed out.