Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Maybe it was the over-hugging that had made her want him, he speculated. His Bonding Scent was probably working overtime to draw her to him, too. It made sense that his body would want to draw her close and heal her after she’d been emotionally hurt and frightened. It was in every Kindred male’s DNA to want to protect and heal a female who had been injured in any way. And maybe what his curvy little Elite needed now was some sexual healing, he speculated.
Up until now, he’d been careful with Molly. Following their first night after she’d had the Bonding Fruit wine, there had been no excuse to touch her intimately and he didn’t want to take what he wasn’t absolutely sure she was willing to give.
The dreams he’d had of her where her ex-Mate had demanded sex whether she wanted to give it to him or not were uppermost in his mind. It seemed to Torus that he needed to let Molly be the initiator when it came to anything sexual, so he had been giving her space. But maybe now it was time to end their dry spell…
I’ll wait and let her come to me—maybe talk about things first, he decided. He wasn’t going to push her into anything she didn’t want. They could take things as slow or as fast as she desired. Though he couldn’t help thinking there were things he wanted to do with her sweet little body…things that would make her moan his name and beg for more…
36
MOLLY
Torus’s ship was really huge when it was expanded. Molly had been riding around in it their whole honeymoon but she’d never seen the full ship until now.
Once they reached low orbit around the Earth, the big Kindred gave her a tour. There was a living area with a couch and a screen for watching vids, a food prep area with a table and two chairs, a bathroom or “fresher” as the Kindred called it that had a large shower and a sleeping chamber with a bed big enough for four humans…or one Giant Kindred and his companion.
It wasn’t quite as large as the bungalow they’d been staying in, but it was close. And of course, everything was built to an even larger scale, so Molly felt like a little kid in a house designed for adults.
Not that Torus made her feel little or immature. He wasn’t guilty of picking her up and carrying her around without asking first. And when he wanted to talk to her, he almost always went down to his knees or simply sat on the floor beside her. It put the two of them more on the same level and made communication much easier.
After finally getting something to eat, they settled on the couch and Torus put on a vid of warm red and gold and orange flames. It came with soothing music, though Molly couldn’t name the instruments that were being played. Some kind of flute and drum combination, she speculated, as she snuggled up against the big Kindred’s side.
“Mmm, sweetheart, would you like to get closer?” His mental voice was a deep rumble in her mind.
“Closer how?” Feeling daring, Molly straddled his lap, facing him. “Like this?” she asked.
“That’s perfect.” He stroked her cheek, his eyes sleepy with desire. “You’re so beautiful—I love just looking at you.”
Molly could feel her cheeks getting hot with a blush. She had never considered herself particularly beautiful—thinking of your own beauty was the sin of vanity and she’d heard plenty of lectures about it growing up. Plus, she had too many freckles to really be considered pretty.
“Why do you think such things about yourself?” Torus sent. “You ARE beautiful and each one of your freekles—I mean freckles—is perfect. Didn’t I tell you I wanted to kiss every single one of them?”
“You did say something like that,” Molly admitted. “But I thought you were just being, you know, sweet.”
“I was being serious,” he rumbled in her head. “Would you like me to show you?”
Molly felt a shiver of desire rush through her. Her nipples were suddenly tight little peaks under the sundress she wore (she had showered and changed into a different one before they left the bungalow) and her pussy felt warm and wet.
She became aware that Torus was hard too. She was sitting astride him and she could feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing against her clit—he was rubbing her just the right way through his flight leathers and her panties.
“Mmm, you like how that feels, sweetheart?” He rolled his hips up, pressing against her and making Molly moan with a sudden burst of pleasure.
“God, yes!” she panted out loud.
“Then why don’t you let me kiss you—kiss your freckles, baby?” he murmured. “Every last one of them?”
“If…if you really want to,” Molly murmured.