Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“How convenient,” I say, my voice not my own, part seductress, part witch. “I’m ready to be claimed by you.”
I’m breathing rapidly, my mind immediately conjuring up the idea of exploring all of this with him. Of being Timeo’s.
But now… now it’s about us.
Connection.
Fusion.
With slow, lazy movements, he slides off my clothes. I reach for his shirt and pull it off, admiring the breadth of him, the roughness of healing wounds and battle scars, the rugged maleness of a faint line of dark hair that crosses his navel and goes lower still. I slide my hands over his body, framing him, and inhale the fresh, clean scent like mountain rain. I admire the warm golden hardness of his body.
He kisses the top of my left shoulder, warm breath ghosting over my skin as he makes his way to the right. When he lifts his mouth, I roll over onto his naked body, entwining my legs with his and stretching my toes. His hardened length presses between us. I enjoy the strength and warmth of his body beneath me. I want to savor this.
His low murmur of approval tells me he likes what he sees.
When he tips my chin to look into his eyes, my heart beats faster. “I love you, Starla.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “And I love you.”
We’ve waited for this moment for so long, but now that we’re on the cusp, I want to savor this.
There’s only one first time.
He moves his hand from my jaw to my throat and cages it, my pulse beating against his fingertips, as he kisses me. My body softens, an insistent ache growing between my legs. Our lips touch and our tongues meet. My pulse races and my breathing grows heavier as warmth and need flood me. Rolling me over onto my back, Timeo pins me beneath him. I love the certain weight of his body on mine.
I love the possessive look in his eyes that dares anyone to come between us. I want him so much, so badly, and have for so long, I feel as if I almost have to hold my breath so nothing evaporates.
I trace the curve of his bicep and his muscled shoulders. He kisses my collarbone and lower, worshiping the soft swell of each breast. Holding himself above me, he laves each nipple before bringing them between his teeth. I gasp when he bites, but a split second later, arousal teems through my veins like molten lava.
I stifle a whimper as he tongues my nipples, the flat of his tongue somehow connected directly to my clit. My pussy throbs as he plants kisses all up and down my body. Every touch of his lips is electric.
“Someone once told me that before the first time you prepare to make love to a woman,” he whispers in my ear, “kiss her body well and thoroughly.” He slides his hands between my legs and parts them, his thick, capable fingers spreading me wide. “Have I kissed you well and thoroughly? Or should I keep going?”
The way his fingers glide in and out of me effortlessly is answer enough. “I’ve…been ready…forever,” I pant, overcome by the sudden need to be closer to him.
And then my hands are gathered in his and pinned to the bed as he makes his way down my body. "Keep them there," he says in a low growl. He releases my hands and parts my legs.
When he tongues my inner thigh, I shiver and stifle a mewl of pleasure. His hands cup my ass and lift me, granting him full access to me. I part my legs and my body goes limp at the first stroke of his tongue along my clit. Again, and again, a stab of pleasure ripples through me until I'm on the verge of shattering.
His strong fingers enter my channel as he drags his tongue along my clit. Pleasure explodes. I stop breathing as I drown in ecstasy, impossibly intense, impossibly unending, ripples of pleasure following each other until I'm gasping for breath. While I'm still in the throes of climax, Timeo raises himself, fists his huge length, and rolls on the condom.
My hips jerk as he nears, I’m so eager to have him in me.
"Talk to me," Timeo orders, holding my gaze. "Tell me if it's too much. Tell me if it hurts.”
"Everything's too much with you," I whisper, my hand on the side of his face. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
With his mouth on mine, he enters me.
I let out a cry of pleasure and rock my hips. I'm full, and tight, but the feel of his cock stretching me feels so fucking perfect. My arms encircle his neck just as he lifts his hips and thrusts again.
The stretching burns but quickly fades as he builds a slow and steady rhythm. He makes a low, masculine sound of approval that resonates in my core. I gasp to feel him holding himself back because I know he doesn't want to hurt me. His body heavy on mine, the rhythm of our lovemaking is steady as he paces himself so perfectly.