Total pages in book: 191
Estimated words: 188966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
She sucked in a breath as I pushed my entire finger inside her. Her heat burned. Her wetness welcomed. And the strength of her inner body sucked me deeper as if desperate to claim me.
Rocking my wrist, I focused on everything about her.
I never took my eyes off the way her lips parted as she panted. How her shoulders tensed, and her eyes squeezed tight as I withdrew, then pushed back in.
I might not have any experience in this, but instinct roared through me. I inserted a second finger and rubbed my thumb against her clit.
She spasmed in my arms, her legs buckling. “Jesus, Aslan...”
I caught her with a chuckle. “Still think you won’t come for me?”
She struggled to speak. An unintelligible mumble was my reward.
I lost myself to giving her pleasure. I wanted tonight to be a night of firsts for both of us. I wanted to be the only one to make her unravel. I wanted to give her the same euphoria that she’d given me.
With every rock of my wrist and pulse of my fingers, I read her.
With every thrust and withdrawal, I did my best to find her perfect rhythm.
And she spoke loud and clear.
She whimpered as I increased my pace.
She clawed at my back as I pressed her against the car and kissed her.
She cried out as I thrust my tongue into her mouth in time with my fingers in her body.
And she trembled as I gave up trying to keep my own pleasure out of it and pressed my throbbing length against her hip.
I gave over to our mutual writhing.
Her hips thrust forward to meet my fingers.
Mine rocked hard, forcing her to feel what she did to me.
We lost control.
We lost our breath.
We thrust and humped and panted and clawed.
And as I drove my hand hard between her legs, she stopped breathing completely.
Her eyes flared wide.
We fell into a stare.
I had the absolute fucking pleasure of watching her break apart.
Her chin tipped down, and her cheeks flushed pink, and I fucked her with my hand as fiercely and as possessively as I wanted to do with every part of me.
The first clench of her release took me by surprise. The second broke me. By her third, I gave up everything I was as I ripped my hand from her heat, snatched her from the ground, and wedged my undone shorts against her pussy.
She cried out as I thrust against her. Just a simple piece of clothing stopped us from joining and it drove me wild. My mouth smashed to hers as I rode her hard and fast, driving her against the car door, wringing out the rest of her orgasm, all while I gave in to another.
Our tongues were messy and wet.
Our groans full of ecstasy.
Our pleasure seemed to go on forever before we finally stopped shuddering and gave a heavy sigh.
Our eyes opened.
Our lips twitched into satisfied smirks.
We didn’t speak.
What was there to say?
We’d chosen each other, despite everything that could go wrong.
I’d claimed her as mine, regardless that I could never truly be hers.
And as we kissed gently and cleaned up the best we could, we refused to look into the darkness surrounding us. The night that lashed around us, keeping us safe...for now.
Pity we didn’t.
What a shame we thought we were free.
If only we’d looked into that darkness...
...we might have seen the nightmare that was coming for us.
Chapter Thirty-Three
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Aslan
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(Moon in Icelandic: Tungl)
“DAD, CAN YOU PASS THE PEANUT BUTTER, please?” Neri held out her hand, wriggling her fingers.
My gaze locked on her elegant wrist.
I’d always found every inch of her stunning...but now?
Now everything about her turned me the fuck on.
My cock swelled.
I shifted in my seat, schooling my face into bored normalcy, all while my body became determined to blare all my secrets.
Neri flicked me a glance. She wore no make-up and had secured her hair in a high ponytail. Fresh-faced, newly washed, and dressed in her school uniform of blue shirt and black skirt, she looked utterly innocent yet somehow completely corruptible.
My heart skipped.
I looked away. Focusing on Anna as she poured us all grapefruit juice, I did my best to get myself under control.
This was bad.
This was our very first morning after our confessions and stolen touches last night.
If I was one heartbeat away from launching over the table and dragging her onto my lap, how the fuck was I going to survive months of secrecy before we could tell her parents?
Months that we’d agreed to last night.
“Did you sleep well, Aslan?” Anna smiled, splashing juice into my glass.
“Yeah—” My voice broke as another wake of lust for her teenage daughter clutched me around the throat.
Get a fucking grip.
Locking eyes with Anna, I did my best to distract myself and her by slipping into my mother tongue. “Peki ya sen? Iyi uyudun mu?”