Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 207002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1035(@200wpm)___ 828(@250wpm)___ 690(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1035(@200wpm)___ 828(@250wpm)___ 690(@300wpm)
“I know.” I blinked back sudden tears. “There will never be a moment where I don’t love you.”
He kissed me again, his hips thrusting in time with his tongue in my mouth.
The towel beneath us bunched and gathered as we forgot we were people with words and reverted to animals that only spoke a language of lust and tongues.
I moaned as he buried his face against my neck, his spine rounding to pump into me. “How am I still so sensitive when it comes to you? I could fuck you a million times, and each time, it feels as if you’re pouring lightning into my veins.”
“How quickly could you come?” I whispered, crying out as he drove particularly deep.
“I could come right now,” he groaned. “I could come just from being inside you. It’s a daily battle not to embarrass myself.”
I stilled beneath him, forcing him to look at me. “Show me.”
His eyebrows raised. “Show you?”
“Come right now. Come without moving. Come with nothing but my wet heat around you.”
He bit his bottom lip, his bronze-tipped hair flopping deliciously over his forehead. “But...what about you?”
My inner muscles clenched around him, surprising me as he sank deep and held punishingly still. “You never know...I might be able to follow you.”
“It goes against every instinct I have not to pleasure you first.” His gorgeous face twisted with refusal. “Let me make you shatter and then—”
“No.” I banded my legs around his hips, deliberately squeezing my core around his penetrating length. “Now. Like this. When we’re plastered together and ever so close.”
His eyes snapped closed. Every bone in his spine went rigid. “Neri, I—”
“Show me how much you need me, husband.”
Darkness clouded his eyes as he spread his legs between mine, slid his fingers through my hair, then stabbed his elbows into the towel on either side of my ears.
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t even breathe.
He looked into me as if he’d never seen me before. He swept me up, captured me with black fire and aching fevers, dragging me into him, binding our souls, knotting our hearts, and braiding everything we were into one.
His lips pulled back from his teeth as lust carved over his face, highlighting his sharp cheekbones and the fine sun-given lines around his eyes.
Time stood still as the waves rocked The Fluke beneath us. The sun blanketed us in its golden warmth, and Aslan kept staring, staring, staring into me. Stripping me bare, giving me no place to hide. I became his idol, his goddess. He turned devout in my arms, praying to me with his silence, turning a simple request into one of the most spiritual moments of my life.
“Neri...” His mouth parted with a shallow gasp that was somehow the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. It tumbled around my heart and fed into my blood, and my body reacted.
It hummed in his stillness.
It vibrated beneath his reverence.
And I moaned as I lost all control.
My clit throbbed against the base of him.
The lightning in his blood crackled into mine, and when every muscle in his back rippled with his impending release, I tripped with him.
It took me by surprise.
The softest, quietest orgasm tore through me. It felt like gentle laps of the sea, silky petals of a flower, and the brightest gilded sunrise.
His eyes flared as he felt me flutter around him.
His soul-deep groan made my heart stop.
And the first splash of his silent climax only added another element to my release. He grunted quietly as his body spurted into mine, primal and carnal, gifting me what I’d asked for, conjured by nothing more than the endless trust and aching connection between us.
“Sana hiç bu kadar bağlı hissetmemiştim Nerida Avcı. Seni sadece sikimin etrafında hissetmiyorum. Seni her lanet hücremde hissediyorum.” Burying his face into my neck, he sighed with a final jerk. “Before you ask, I said, I’ve never felt more connected to you. I don’t just feel you around my cock. I feel you in my every fucking cell.” Kissing my throat, he exhaled heavily. “And if I’m honest, that petrifies me because you’re in my very essence, in every drop of my lifeblood, and that...surely, that can’t be right.”
Rising up on his elbows, he cupped my face with slightly trembling hands, his cock still twitching inside me. “Is it normal to feel this way? Please tell me it’s normal because I feel like I’m going out of my mind with how much I feel for you.”
I held his stare.
I gasped at how big my heart expanded and merely whispered the truth. “I think, if someone is as lucky as we are and finds their soulmate...then yes, this is normal. But to others who are not as lucky, I think to them...we’re probably wonderfully strange and worryingly besotted.”
His lips quirked as he kissed me. “Who are you calling strange?”