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)
“You taste like light…” he murmured as his lips brushed the soft skin over my hip bone. I held my breath. “Like all the summers I lost.” His tongue traced the edge of my panties. “Like the promise of a future I gave up on.”
I touched his crown. “Nestore.”
He pressed his nose against the lace rose and inhaled deeply. My cheeks became hot.
“Sweet, but with a hint of something headier,” he rasped.
“Nestore.”
“Hush, Princess. Allow me one night.”
He cast his eyes up. The darkness in them swallowed me whole as it always did these days. I nodded because in the depths of his eyes I caught the glimmer of the boy I loved.
The lies we tell ourselves to make the unbearable bearable…
I had promised him all my firsts, and I would keep that promise. Tonight, he’d claim my virginity. I would give it to him. Not because I thought he wasn’t capable of taking it, but because I didn’t want to add more darkness to his soul.
“Amelia,” Nestore murmured in reverence as his lips graced my panties. I shivered with anticipation and fright. His fingers hooked in the waistband of the silk panties and dragged them down. Only a triangle remained of my trimmed brown-red pubic hair. Nestore brought my panties to his nose and inhaled, desire flaring across his face. “Your smell lingers.” He tossed the fabric to the floor and regarded my naked body reverently.
“Like my dreams.”
He pushed to his feet, towering over me. “Lie down on our bed, Princess. Show me what I own.”
I bristled at his wording, but I moved backward until I hit the edge of the bed, then stretched out on top of it. Nestore approached me slowly, his eyes full of hunger as they roamed my naked body. I scooted up the bed, then waited for him to do what he needed to do. He swallowed as he stepped close to the bed. I peered up, noticing the bulge in his black pants, the way his six-pack flexed with every deep breath, the harsh need in his face. He shook his head as if he was caught in a trance, then dropped the coat, revealing more of his scarred, muscled body.
Nothing about his body was boyish. He had turned himself into a weapon, his body and mind alike. He grabbed the crown and tossed it on the fur coat. “I can’t wear a crown when I worship you.” He climbed on the bed with me, and my body became taut with anticipation and anxiety. I wasn’t sure what Nestore would do. Maybe he didn’t either.
He traced his index finger over my lips, then down my throat between my breasts until he reached the apex of my thighs. He pressed the pad against my clit lightly, and I shifted up into the touch. “Beautiful,” he murmured. His fingertip brushed circles over my clit for a while until my soft moans filled the room. My body responded eagerly to Nestore’s touch. His attentive gaze darted between his thumb on my clit and my face.
He shook his head like a dog, then pulled his finger away from my pussy. I gasped at the loss of touch. His fingers sank into the soft skin of my inner thigh, and he dragged my leg over to the side, opening me up. Embarrassment filled me, but my need for Nestore’s touch was too potent. He slid off the bed and rounded it until he stood in front of me. His chest rose in a deep breath as his gaze took in my spread legs. He fell to his knees in front of the bed, then grabbed my ankles and tugged me toward the edge. “I’ll worship you how I imagined worshipping you in my dreams, in the moments I forgot you left. My tongue will draw the first cries from your lips.”
His fingers dug into the hollow of my knees and shoved my legs farther apart and up so my heels rested on the edge of the bed. I had no time to feel shame over my exposed state. He leaned forward, hot breath ghosting over me before he trailed the tip of his tongue from my ass crack all the way up to my clit where he lingered. He swirled his tongue over my clit, the tip almost playful as it nudged my swollen nub. He pressed a kiss against the same spot, then stroked along my folds, up and down, his tongue teasing my sensitive skin.
I pressed my heels into the mattress from the intense pleasure rippling through my body.
Then soft lips closed around my clit and began to suck. I gasped as the pleasure mounted with every tug of Nestore’s mouth. This felt absolutely wonderful. Soon, I was panting, overwhelmed by the sensations.
Nestore pulled back and met my gaze. His chin shone with my lust. “I often fantasized about how it would feel to finally taste you, to let my tongue discover every part of you. How it would be to fuck you slowly with my tongue until you begged for my fingers. How I’d finger fuck you until you begged for my cock.” He smiled and lowered his head, his fingers splaying on my inner thighs. “I knew that day would come.” He pressed his mouth against my opening, then parted his lips and pushed his tongue into me slowly, making my lips part from the delicious caress of my inner walls. He moved in and out slowly, pressing his face against me so he could get as deep as possible.