Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 137958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
And his head came down.
He pressed his lips to mine and he did this firmly.
His lips were strong, yet soft. I liked the feel of them. The prickle of his beard. The smell of him all around me. The touch of his tall, powerful body against mine. The heat of his skin. Even the sting at my piercing.
I relaxed into him and lifted my arms to put my hands on his shoulders.
He touched the tip of his tongue to my lips.
My body jerked, and my head came back.
His hand sifted up into my hair to cup the back of my head and hold me steady.
And his lips came back to mine.
“Open your mouth for me,” he murmured against them.
“W-why?” I asked nervously.
“Because you will take my tongue.”
I would?
Was that what he meant days before when he caught me to tell me he did not like me running from him?
I would take his tongue in my mouth?
“No, my Silence,” he whispered, reading my thoughts. “You will take my tongue in your mouth and you will also take other parts of me there.”
His arm around me fit me tighter to him, namely a certain part of him, making his point, and I felt my lips part as I stared into his eyes.
“You do not mean this parting for me,” he muttered, his gaze again at my lips. “But I will take it.”
He then angled his head, his lips pressed to mine, and his tongue swept inside.
Oh, oh, oh…
But he tasted…
Heavenly.
I whimpered and melted into him, arching my back, drifting my fingers up and into his thick hair.
He growled down my throat, slanted my head farther, leaned deeper forward, bending me over his arm, taking me to the tips of my toes, and he tangled his tongue with mine.
His was…
Studded.
He was pierced there too.
I moaned and pressed into him.
His hand fisted lightly in my hair, he drew his tongue under mine and then sucked mine into his mouth.
Oh my.
My belly dropped, my legs were trembling, and something was happening between them.
Something tingly and shivery and warm and lovely.
Like my magic.
But better.
So much better.
He suckled on me and then his tongue thrust mine out so it could invade my mouth and I suckled on his.
And as I did that, my hands roamed. His sloped neck. His muscled shoulders. His thick arms.
So hot.
So sleek.
So hard.
Everywhere.
His hand left my hair and clamped on my behind, pushing up, molding me firmly to his hips.
And that was even better.
“Mars,” I breathed into his mouth.
“Gods,” he breathed back, tracing his lips along my cheek and shoving his face in my neck.
“Mars?” I called shakily.
His hand at my bottom slid to my hip, over my waist, in and up my spine before it curled around the back of my neck.
But he still held me to him.
However.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked.
“No,” he groaned. “Fuck no.”
“All right then…” I swallowed. “Why are we no longer kissing?”
His big body spasmed with a harsh laugh before he lifted his head and looked down at me with eyes saturated with humor and desire (I knew what it was now, faith, but I knew) and sweetness.
“We’re no longer kissing, my bride of the silver soul and the candied mouth, because if we do not stop now, there will be no wedding as I’ll lock us in these rooms for the next two weeks.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
He grinned. “Yes, my Silence, oh.”
“It is not…unheard of…in my land…for a woman…though, I have never…uh—”
“Calm, Silence. I know.”
He knew
He knew I was virgin?
How did he know?
He continued speaking.
“And this is why we will take some time, even if we don’t have much of it, to get to know one another in that way. Tomorrow night, after dinner, you will come to my rooms and I will share a little more with you so you’ll be better prepared for the next night when we will share everything.”
“More kissing?” I asked.
His lips twitched. “Yes, amongst other things.”
I smiled up at him. “I’d like that.”
He smiled down at me. “You did not hide that, mia bellezza.”
My smile fled. “Was I brazen?” How could I ask that? I was completely brazen. “Oh no!” I cried. “I was brazen.”
He threw his head back and roared with laughter, holding me to him as he did, even pulling me closer.
He tipped his head down again and through his laughter said, “You were brazen, yes. And I liked it. Very much so.”
I felt heat hit my cheeks and murmured, “Oh.”
“And this ‘oh’ I feel in parts of me I cannot wait to have in her mouth,” he murmured back, his gaze roaming all over my face (but mostly, it must be said, my lips and cheeks).
“I think I should probably go to my bedchamber now,” I told him, belatedly prudently.
“I think this is wise,” he replied, his black eyes dancing.