Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 167196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
“What are you thinking about? We are alone,” he said. “The guardians have left us for the time being, and if you have great need of your lifemate . . .” He trailed off, his smirk turning into a smile that held a carnal lust that threatened to keep her knees from working.
She tried a glare. “I’ve already called to Luiz. Had you been a little faster in your suggestions, we might have had time to actually have some fun this evening.”
His eyebrow shot up. “Fun? Is that what you call what is between us? Fun?” His gaze dropped to her simple cotton top.
Breathable fabric. Covered everything. Light color to prevent attracting insects and heat. No fragrance. Perfect for being in the rain forest. Suddenly, the material was too tight over the swell of her breasts. Her breasts felt heavy and achy. Her nipples pushed against her bra. Adalasia had the mad desire to take her top off and drag his head to her breasts.
“Stop it, Sandu. We could have company any minute.”
“You do not think we can have fun?” he persisted, his voice a dark sin. Sheer temptation.
Adalasia was hot and slick immediately. The little boy shorts with the wicking panel weren’t going to be of much use in this situation. He looked so gorgeous and definitely sexy. She put one hand up as a defense.
“Stop right now, you have to stop.”
He looked like a feral jungle cat ready to leap on his prey and devour her. “I am not doing anything at all, ewal emninumam, just talking to you. Making certain you know how much I appreciate those little garments you like to wear beneath your clothing. I think about taking them off of you often.”
It wasn’t the words so much as the way he said them, the velvety voice he used, that robbed her of her ability to breathe. Images were crowding in her head. Adalasia standing in just her lacy pale blue bra and matching boy shorts and a pair of boots, surrounded by the trees. Sandu was fully clothed, circling her in the way of a great hunting cat, his glowing eyes feral as he took in every curve.
“Sandu, you have to stop,” she whispered to him, a little plea, when she wasn’t certain she wanted him to stop. She loved it when he was so playful. She rarely saw this side of him.
In her mind, Sandu circled her a second time and halted in front of her. Leaning close to her, he put his lips against her ear. “Am I the one with these ideas, or is it you?” At the same time, he trailed one hand from her collarbone over the curve of her breast.
She honestly didn’t know whose images were in their minds, but she felt his hand on her. Felt his breath in her ear. The air was on her skin, and when she looked down, her bra was in his free hand, and he was shoving it in his pocket. The sight of him doing that, just taking her underwear and casually pushing it inside his clothing, made her so hot, it was ridiculous, but she didn’t care. Evidently, he didn’t, either.
Sandu reached for her, caught her up in his arms and lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me, Adalasia. I have a need to feel my lifemate surrounding me. Hot and tight the way you do.”
She had a need of feeling him filling her, joining them together, and she obeyed him, grateful for the Carpathian ability to rid their bodies of clothes. She settled over his cock, gasping as his wide girth invaded, pushing through her slick folds, and then she was seeing stars, little explosions behind her eyes as he moved in her.
He was strong, and his hips surged over and over. She ground down, riding him while the streaks of fire burst through her veins. Her sheath coiled tighter and tighter around his heavy cock like a silken fist.
“I can’t hold back, Sandu,” she whispered.
“You do not have to, Sivamet.” His voice was hoarse. “Fly with me.”
She let go, soaring, the waves crashing through her, so formidable, her sheath clamping down on his cock like a vise, feeling the wonder of them together, hot and powerful, exquisite beyond belief. Perfect.
Adalasia rested her head on his shoulder, her arms around him, her heart beating the same rhythm as his. “Tet vigyázam,” she whispered, deliberately in the ancient language.
“I love you, too, Adalasia,” he whispered back. He lowered her legs to the forest floor with the gentleness only he gave her, cleaning and clothing both of them.
The rain forest suddenly became still, as if for a moment there was a pause in the never-ending life cycle. Adalasia knew it was deliberate, a heralding of Luiz’s coming. He moved silently through the trees, using the arboreal highway, his Jaguar form powerful and majestic, a predator at ease in the environment. He leapt from branch to branch, making his way down the trees until he landed smoothly on the forest floor in front of the couple, shifting and clothing himself as he did so.