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)
At least the rash on her leg was now nothing more than a pink blush.
“Aslan...” She begged beneath me, her eyes still closed, her head tipped back as I rode her. “Harder...please.”
Her pussy fluttered around my invasion. I knew her body as well as I knew my own. All it would take was my thumb on her clit and my tongue in her mouth and she’d shatter.
But...she’d have to wait.
With gritted teeth, I tampered my own impatient release and withdrew.
Her eyes flew wide as a scowl furrowed her forehead. “W-Why did you stop?”
Pushing away from her, I kneeled between her spread legs and was stunned fucking silent at how beautiful she was. How open she was. How ready.
She’d read a fantasy book this week called The Sea Dragon. I’d thought it was a non-fiction text—something she had to read for class—before I’d skimmed a few chapters and found the filthiest romance full of forced marriages, brutal conquests, and a race of people who could breathe both water and air.
I couldn’t take her like the mermen in that book, but I could take her like a beast.
A beast that would restrain himself until she was fully healed.
Grabbing her hips, I flipped her onto her belly and hoisted her onto her hands and knees. Her sun-faded chocolate hair draped around her face, the ends kissing the mattress as her hands dug into the sheets and her back arched with carnal invitation.
My breathing came shallow and quick as I dragged my hands over the perfection of her bare ass. We slept naked. Ever since we’d moved into this place, we preferred no clothes so we could wake up like this. Wake up and roll over and fuck each other while still hazy with sleep.
Pity for her, I was well and truly awake now.
Tracing my fingers down her crack, I slipped them inside her wetness.
She jolted and pushed backward, forcing me to touch her deeper.
“Easy, canım. You don’t want to rush your birthday treat too quickly, do you?”
She shivered. “What do you have in mind?”
Pumping my fingers inside her, I grabbed her hip with my other hand. “Lots of things. Starting with completely ruining you, followed by totally worshipping you, then utterly seducing you.”
“Oh...I like the sound of that.”
“Good.” I bit my bottom lip as I withdrew my touch and smeared her arousal on my cock. “I like the sound of it too.” I rose up behind her. “I like the look of you on your knees, hayatım.” Lining myself up with her heat, I growled, “You look so submissive. So greedy for something only I can give you.”
She hung her head, her spine arching like a cat. “Give me what I need then, husband.”
My heart thundered with black yearning. “Tell me what you need, wife.”
“You. Inside me. Now.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please, Aslan. Please give me—”
“Happy birthday, Neri.” Slamming inside her, my vision shot black. She screamed as I speared to the hilt, her body fighting my invasion before welcoming me, fisting me, drowning me with delirious pleasure.
I looked down at where we joined. “Fuck, you look good with my cock deep inside you.”
She moaned as I drove in deeper.
“You’re mine, Nerida. Say it.”
Her voice was pure eroticism as she obeyed. “Yours. I’m yours.”
“Her şeyin bana ait. Vucüdun. Kalbin. Düşüncelerin, hayallerin ve geleceğin.” I thrust explicitly hard, driving my words inside her. Would she understand what I said? How advanced was her vocabulary these days?
With a frustrated little noise, she pleaded, “Tell me. Tell me what you said.”
Tipping my head back, I clamped both hands on her hips and yanked her onto me. No space existed between us. Her ass pressed against my belly. My balls slammed against her clit. “I said everything belongs to me. Your body. Your heart. Your thoughts and dreams and future.”
Her entire body flexed around me, rippling with want. “All of me. Every last piece is yours.”
My back locked with power and disgusting relief that her promise gave me. Today was meant to be about her, yet...somehow, I’d stolen every part of her.
And I’m never giving it back.
Her core fluttered again, making my eyes hood. Desire to reward her blazed through me. “Does it turn you on when I speak to you in Turkish, aşkım?”
“God, yes.”
I chuckled as I withdrew, then sank back in, an endless pulling and pushing, feeding and receding. “How much does it turn you on?”
“I get so wet,” she panted. “When you call me between lectures and whisper dirty things, I spend the rest of the day in a constant state of need.”
I rode her slowly, deeply. “Is that why you leap on me the moment you walk in the door?”
“I thought you knew.” She grunted as I thrust. “You only have to say a single word, and I melt.”
“Bana sadece bakman gerekiyor ve ben sertleşiyorum.”
She convulsed. Her skin broke out in shivers.