Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 142916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“She is extraordinary,” Silke assured.
Benedek could see she liked that he wanted to meet Evi. The little girl obviously meant quite a bit to his woman. “You’ll make a good mother. I know you worry about it; I can see that in your mind, but I looked at your memories, and your love of children shines through.”
She shook her head, the laughter fading from her eyes. “Loving children and enjoying their company doesn’t mean I know the first thing about parenting. I looked into your mind, and you know less than I do.”
“Many people have a first child without having the least idea of what they’re doing.”
“And they mess up their firstborn,” she said.
“We can choose parents we see have amazing children and look into their memories to see how they acquired their skills,” he pointed out. “Being Carpathian gives us a few advantages.”
Unexpectedly, she laughed. “We steal tips on parenting?”
He gave her a small grin. It felt a little like his face was rusty when it came to smiling. He was learning fast, though. “That’s our way, pulling information out of people’s heads.”
“I hope you’re discerning when it comes to who you choose to believe.” She sounded a little snippy.
“You pulled information on fighting techniques from my head,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back against his front. She felt perfect in his arms. The right height. The way her body fit against his. And her scent rivaled any of the best-smelling flowers. He loved the little shiver that went through her body in response to him lowering his head to press his lips against her neck.
“I suppose I-I did,” she admitted. “I learned from Tora that way as well. I guess I can’t be too self-righteous.”
That little stutter told him she was just as affected as he was. He ached for her. He buried his hands in her thick hair and slowly pulled out the tight weave she’d braided. The mass of light blond hair spilled down her back in waves of gold, silver and platinum silk. She tipped her face back so she could look up at him. He knew she would see the raw hunger glittering in his eyes. Very gently, he caught her chin and turned her face toward him so he could claim her mouth. He was gentle. Coaxing. One hand framed the side of her face and slid to her throat to feel her heart beating in his palm.
Silke trembled, the shiver of need starting in her very core and flowing outward to encompass every square inch of her body. Beneath her feet the earth moved, reality spinning away, to leave her clinging to the man who called himself her spouse.
“I am your spouse. Your lifemate,” he whispered as his lips settled over hers, his mouth hot with desire. With need. His kisses became more demanding. Much more urgent. He turned her into his arms, fitting her front to his.
It felt as if every bone in her body melted, so that her body, heated and aroused, pressed tight against him. His body was hard and aggressive as his hands moved over the skin beneath her shirt, a gentle exploration that sent ripples of erotic pleasure coursing through her.
He drew her shirt over her head, his mouth teasing hers until she followed his lead, coaxing her into dueling. Her body was damp and hot, and she wanted more, wanted to meet every one of his demands. His mouth left hers as he waved his hand, divesting her of all clothing. She allowed her head to fall back, exposing her throat to him.
Her pulse went crazy. She wanted this more, needed him more than she needed her next breath. He left a fiery trail of blazing kisses over the creamy swell of her breasts until she was aching for more. So much more. There were only the two of them locked in their world of passion and heat together. Of need and desire. Benedek filled her mind with him. She could think of little but the perfection of his mouth, the blaze he built to a firestorm inside her.
Benedek murmured low in his own language, in that rasp of his, and it came out like an ache of hunger. She cradled his head in her arms as he lowered his mouth to her breast. His mouth was wet and hot, pulling strongly while his tongue danced wickedly over the hard peak of her nipple. His teeth scraped gently back and forth, sending ripples of desire rushing through her veins.
The cool night breeze acted like fingers, teasing the fullness of her breasts after the heat of Benedek’s mouth. The sensation was purely erotic as he cupped one breast possessively, his thumb stroking her hard nipple until she was writhing, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more. The raging hunger in his eyes was overwhelming.