Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to stop the image of him rising over her and slipping his stiff manhood into her slowly at first, then quickening his pace, and her body began to move with the imaginary tempo.
She bit her lower lip after a small moan escaped and she warned herself to stop but her body refused to listen. Her hand slipped from beneath her backside to drift between her legs. It stilled there, not sure if she should touch herself, but aching to do so. A little enticement wouldn’t hurt. It would help her find much needed release, then she would sleep.
Her fingers found her sensitive spot and she failed to catch another moan that hurried out when a fiery spark of passion shot through her. She needed this. She had to do it if she was to sleep at all tonight.
She gasped again, louder this time when her husband’s hand settled over hers.
“I can see to this, wife,” he whispered and eased her hand away, his fingers replacing hers.
She let the moans that she had held prisoner deep in her throat escape.
“You should have woken me, wife,” Odran whispered in her ear after nibbling along the edge and sending shivers racing through her.
“You were tired,” she said, a bit breathless.
“I’m never too tired to make love to you,” he said. “Now let’s see how many times I can bring you to pleasure.”
Elysia gasped when his head disappeared between her legs and his hands grabbed hold of her backside to lift her enough so he could tease and tempt her mercilessly. Her body sprang taut as she gripped the bedding at the intense pleasure rocking her body, and it took barely a few minutes for his talented tongue to have her screaming out in a much needed release.
She was still reeling from the forceful climax when he turned her on her stomach.
“On your knees,” he said with a gentle pat to her bottom and his hands were suddenly at her waist helping her up. He leaned over her, his shaft poking between her legs as he kept one arm around her waist while his other hand slipped to cup her breast and tease the hard nub between his fingers.
She wiggled her backside trying to get his shaft to slip inside her, his teasing touches igniting the passion that still lingered in her.
“Not yet, wife,” he warned playfully, dipping the tip of his shaft just enough inside her to tease.
“You’re mean,” she accused, hearing the hunger in her voice.
“Aye, I am and I intend to be for an hour or more,” he cautioned and slipped himself a bit deeper inside her.
Elysia dropped her head back and groaned, then cried out when he plunged into her. She was relieved when his hands settled at her waist holding her firm as he drove in and out of her. She let out a startled cry when she felt herself lifted as he rocked back on his haunches and kept her balanced on his shaft with the strength of his hands at her waist.
Her hands went instinctively to his forearms at her sides to seek her own balance and the next thing she knew her body took on his rhythm and she soon found herself bursting once again in a maddening climax.
It was as if he knew her perfectly, knew when she was near to finishing that he could ignite that spark of passion in her once again and bring her to what seemed like a lingering climax.
“One more time,” he whispered near her ear and nipped playfully at her shoulder that sent a shudder through her.
He lifted her off him and with a quick turn dropped her gently on her back to hover over her, his hands planted on either side of her. “My turn—but you’ll come with me.”
It was a sharp, decisive order that sent another shudder through her and she tried to lift her legs to wrap them around him. “Passion has stolen my strength.”
“My passion fires hot and strong enough for us both,” he said and got to his knees between her legs. His hands went to her backside and he lifted and fitted her against him with a quick thrust.
How passion ignited so quickly once again baffled her, but it did. She savored every powerful thrust, each one drawing them closer and closer until it finally felt as if they merged and became one. One heartbeat. One breath. One love united, never to be separated.
She cried out in complete joy as her husband released a roar that echoed throughout the room and she feared throughout the keep. He groaned as his climax subsided and shut his eyes tight as if savoring every last bit of pleasure, then he dropped down over her, his breathing rapid.
He rolled off her, worried his weight was too much for her and while he usually took her with him to rest against his side, he didn’t this time. He thought she might need time to catch her breath just as he did after their heavy bout of lovemaking.