Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 727(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 727(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
He licked her again, slow and easy, a cat savoring a bowl of cream. He made a sound, half groan, half snarl, and his lazy facade began to disappear. He went from laid-back cat to raging jungle cat devouring its meal after a long starvation. He made sounds of hot, desperate hunger, feasting on her, his mouth pulling the liquid from her as if it were his own personal aphrodisiac. All the while, his arms and hands held her perfectly still, allowing him to control all movement.
She was desperate to thrust against his mouth. At least to get him to rub her clit harder. To do something. To do more. She was losing her mind. A little sob burst from her as she looked into the mirrors again, watching as his blond head was buried between her thighs. It was so sensual. Unbelievably so. His tongue stabbed deep over and over, drawing out more and more nectar.
He lowered her bottom to the cool marble as he stepped even closer, growling something indistinguishable when she cried out. His finger penetrated her entrance even as he flicked her clit. The tension that had coiled deep suddenly ignited like the hottest storm imaginable. Flames rushed through her veins. A wildfire flashed through her, burning out of control. The rolling fury consumed her, taking her over completely until she couldn’t see anything but the white-hot flashes behind her eyes or feel anything but the intense pleasure rolling through her.
She heard herself sobbing his name. Then he was kissing her and she could taste herself on his tongue. On his skin. She should have been embarrassed, but she was too overcome with the shocking realization that her body had responded with total arousal to everything Afanasiv had done to it.
“Shall I start again, or do you understand that my lifemate does not close her mind to me?” Afanasiv asked. He hadn’t released her. He still held her pinned on the marble counter.
She blinked up at him, trying to decide if she could live through another lesson. In any case, it wasn’t fair. She hadn’t relieved the tension in his body.
“I understand that I shouldn’t close my mind to you.” She did her best to sound meek, but she was feeling elated just knowing that her body actually worked like it was supposed to.
“As long as you are sharing your mind with me, there is no way for anyone else to get inside where they don’t belong.” He gently released her legs and reached for a washcloth.
Vasilisa struggled to get her breathing under control. She skimmed her fingers down the front of his trousers. “I might not be the most experienced, but I do want to take care of your every need, Afanasiv.”
“And you will,” he said. “You doubted yourself as a woman, my lady. As my partner. That was hurtful to you when you thought it was possible that I had another lover at some time. I never want you to feel a lack of confidence in any area. If you do, you must come to me.”
He was very gentle as he washed between her legs. Once he had cleaned her carefully, he swept his hand over her body and her hair was back exactly as it had been. She was once again wearing her underclothes and robe. He was clean and refreshed.
He leaned down and framed her face with his large hands, his peculiar eyes looking down into hers. Now the color was blue like the sea, but with green swirling through it. So like a Dragonseeker. His thumbs moved gently over her jaw, tracing the bones. He bent down and took her mouth. Gentle. Rough. Hot. Claiming her all over again with just his mouth and tongue. When he lifted his head, the pads of his fingers slid along the bottom curve of her lips.
“You’re so amazing, Vasilisa. I never want you to feel as you did. You can never be less than any other woman. Never that. You didn’t respond to other men because you are my lifemate. I don’t respond to other women because you are my lifemate. My body responds only to you. I find only you attractive. It will always be that way.”
Could that be the truth? She definitely found him very attractive. “Why don’t you want me to . . . ?” She gestured toward the front of his trousers again.
“You do not yet know me or trust me completely, and you need that to feel wholly comfortable with me before you can be intimate.”
Color rose under her skin. “I think what just took place might be considered very intimate, Siv.”
His smile was slow in coming, but when it did, it was so sexy it took her breath. “That was just a very small sample of the pleasures I intend to show you. You deserve to be courted, sívamet. I think this was a very good start, and we will continue to build from here.”