Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
“I’ll always give you whatever you need, bright eyes.” His tongue curled around my clit, and then he sucked hard, bringing me closer to the edge. When my hips lifted off the mattress, he gave my sensitive bundle of nerves one last lick before sliding his tongue down and into my tight channel. My womb tightened, and my inner walls clenched around his stiffened tongue. One of his hands moved from my hips so he could pinch my clit, and I flew apart. My body was still trembling from the power of my orgasm when he got to his knees and shoved his athletic shorts down his legs.
Sliding his hands under my butt to lift me, he eased into me. Once he was all the way in, he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips and nearly came again. Circling my hips, I whimpered with need.
“You feel so fucking good.” Dropping me down on the mattress, he lowered his head to trail kisses along my neck and jaw. When he nipped my earlobe, I gasped. “Are you gonna come for me, my pretty little mate? Squeeze that perfect pussy made just for me until you milk the come from my cock again?”
“Yes,” I panted, my body tightening with the fast-building pleasure.
“You better,” he growled before lowering his head to clamp his mouth around one of my nipples.
I arched my back further when he sucked deeply. The sting from his teeth brought my falcon close to the surface. Although he’d already given me his mating mark, she wanted to wear the proof of his passion all over my body. “More.”
As though he could read my mind—or feel my need through our bond—he switched to the other side and left the imprint of his teeth there too. I felt my falcon’s satisfaction as my womb began to quicken again.
Aero’s skin was hot and slick against mine as he pumped his hips, stroking in and out of me at a furious pace. My walls clenched harder around him with each powerful thrust. “So close.”
“Come for me. Need to feel your pussy like a hot, wet glove around my cock,” he rasped.
He slammed into me harder, his cock nudging my cervix on his downward stroke as his balls slapped against my butt. I trembled underneath him, and when he swiveled his hips on the next thrust, hitting the perfect spot deep inside me, my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. The pleasure was more intense than I’d ever felt before. “Aero! Yes! Oh, yes!”
I shuddered beneath him, gasping for breath as my orgasm went on and on. He never stopped, riding me through my release at a pace that made my head spin. I was still trembling beneath him when he finally called out my name and anchored himself deep inside. Our chests heaved as his cock pulsed inside me, his come filling me to overflowing.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “How the hell does it keep getting better?”
“I don’t know.” With his semi-hard cock still snug in my pussy, he rolled to his back, taking me with him. Sprawled on his chest, I giggled. “But it bodes well for our future.”
“That’s for damn sure,” he agreed, tightening his hold on me.
We stayed in bed for the longest time, talking about nothing and everything. At lunchtime, we finally got up, and Aero treated me to the sight of him working in the small kitchen again. I’d been a little doubtful about how the meal would turn out when he decided to cook it over the wood-burning stove that I’d thought was only intended to provide warmth to the cabin. But he’d proven me wrong in the very best way.
The fresh-baked rolls he’d made in a cast-iron Dutch oven had melted in my mouth, and they were the perfect accompaniment to the beef stew he’d prepared. But they both paled compared to the blackberry cobbler he’d baked in a cast-iron skillet. Dragging my finger through the juice left on my plate, I moaned when I sucked the digit clean. “So good.”
Leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, he flashed me a confident grin. “It’s not even my best recipe.”
We were on the back porch, our seats pulled next to each other, close enough that our thighs almost touched. Lifting my feet, I shifted my position so I could rest them on his lap with my knees bent over the arm of my chair. “If you keep cooking like that, my falcon will be ready to molt in no time at all.”
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white at the reminder of my ordeal. I leaned forward to nuzzle my cheek against his arm. Some of the tension drained from his body as he cupped the back of my head to pull me closer. “I hate what that fucker did to you.”