Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 137871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 689(@200wpm)___ 551(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 689(@200wpm)___ 551(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
“That’s it, min pärla, take all that you need from me.” He pushed her thighs wider, making room for his broad shoulders.
Of all the kisses he’d shown her, this one was by far her favorite. He was very skilled and knew what touches felt nice and where she sensed the most pleasure.
A divot formed between her brow as she considered how he knew such things, but before she could dwell on such curiosities, he altered his touch and she moaned deeply, his tongue gently laving in a way that made her entire body tremble. He groaned against her, the masculine sound rich with satisfaction that made her preen with pride.
Faster, firmer, the friction built until another cloud of pleasure burst over her. She licked the bite at his wrist, and gasped, her breath panting as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over her.
“I think you’re ready now.”
“How can you tell?”
“Feel,” he said, pulling her fingers between her legs. He slipped his finger inside of her effortlessly. Then another. Their entwined touch wet with arousal.
“Ah,” she gasped as he stretched her channel, to distracted by the pleasure to mind the pressure. Her hand fell away as he pressed his fingers deeper, folding his hand to fit all four.
A low chuckle escaped his throat. “Deep breath, min pärla.”
She held his stare, breathing in. The pressure became more than she could bear. “I can’t.”
“You can. Think of everything your body can do, Grace. It was designed to bear children. I promise you can tolerate so much more than this.”
She gripped the bedding. There was no pain, only pressure, but it was a lot to bear. Her desire to please him made it tolerable, and slowly, she found the pleasure again.
“Almost there.” He stretched her some more, until she could hardly move under the intrusion. “That’s it, min pärla. Show me what you’re capable of. Make me proud.”
His words bathed her in a sense of encouragement. Her body opened under his praise.
“Ahhh,” she cried out as his hand sank into her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. She feared she might split in two, but then she looked into his eyes and saw his absolute possession of her, his pride and satisfaction, and tears rushed to her eyes as she gasped out a sigh of relief.
“Beautiful.”
The pressure disappeared as he withdrew his touch and turned away. She shivered in shock, her body still adapting to so many shifts. Her eyes closed as she caught her breath, flinching when the mattress dipped and he was above her once more.
“Easy, love. Now I show you how it’s done.”
He tugged her lower, arranging her body beneath his. The velvet-smooth weight of his cock glided over her. Gone were the barriers of clothing as the mating was about to happen.
“I promise there will be no more pain.” He aligned his body with hers, gliding his length through her folds and then nudging slowly forward. This time it was not his fingers trying to breach her. Her breath hitched at his startling girth.
“Breathe, Grace.”
She inhaled, and he nudged deeper. Pulling back, then sliding closer and closer.
“There are some things you should know, things your mother might not have prepared you for.” He caught her hand, first lacing his fingers with hers, then raising it over her head and pressing it into the pillows.
Dragging back his hips with slow, precision, he nudged deeper still. He placed her second hand above her head, beside the first, then crossed her wrists and pinned them there. He thrust forward and groaned, burying himself to the hilt, and she quickly became accustomed to the strange intrusion only to have him draw back and thrust forward again.
Each time he slowly pulled back, she feared their bodies would disconnect, but then he’d slam into her, deep and possessive, as if he wanted to mark her from the inside. Every hard advance wrenched a cry of pleasure from her throat. It gradually built as she became accustomed to the rhythm, eagerly awaiting his dominant possession.
“Shadow-wolves are different from immortals. When we mate, our bodies do something called knotting. Has anyone told you about this?”
She shook her head, finding it difficult to concentrate on his words. The weight of his body pressed into her wrists where he still held her down.
“You have to trust me, Grace. Can you do that?”
In her current predicament, she didn’t have much of a choice. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” He bent forward and rewarded her with a loving kiss that soothed her nerves. When his mouth left her lips, it traveled right to her breasts. He suckled the tips of her nipples harder than before, releasing each one with a wet pop. “You’re body’s very responsive to my touch. That pleases me.”
She preened under his praise. “I want to please you. Very much.”
“You are, min pärla. You are.” He thrust hard, his pelvis grinding into hers as he held himself deep inside of her. “Here it comes,” he warned.