Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 112001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
It was hard to say when… things got hard.
And not as in difficult.
He was so busy just swallowing her moans, and feeling her undulate under him, that he didn’t even notice when the softness of her core started to cushion something at his pelvis. A ridge. A length—
Daniel slowed down. Pulled back. Pulled off.
And looked to the front of his pants.
Well. This was… “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong—are you—what…”
As her words drifted off into stunned silence, he was pretty sure she saw what had captured his own attention.
“You know,” he said, “all things considered, it shouldn’t be that surprising.”
At that, he looked at his beautiful wolven, with her lips so red from his hard treatment, and her hair tumbling over the pillow, and her ribs pumping in a way that jogged her breasts, the tight nipples bouncing.
She was, after all, the hottest female anything he had ever seen.
“Fuck, we gotta move,” he heard himself say.
Like there was an expiration on the erection? But shit, in case there was, he wasn’t missing this chance to—
“Oh, my God, yes,” she blurted. “Fast!”
The scrambling that followed was about as romantic as tearing the clothes off someone who needed urgent medical treatment. As Lydia started yanking off her pants, Daniel’s own hands shook as he attacked the button on his fly and frantically wrenched down his zipper. Then he shoved everything down as far as he could.
He had to touch it.
Reaching for his pelvis, he had a thought that this better not be a dream. This better not fucking be a dream—
“Ohhhhhhh, yeeeah…”
Nope, this was real. And shit was stiff enough to do the job. And he even had feeling in the damn thing—the friction registered and so did the lightning strike in his balls that came afterward.
“Lydia—”
As he glanced over, his wolven was tossing her bottoms away like they were on fire, and then she grabbed for him, yanking him off-balance—
Daniel went right back to where he’d been—except this time, there was nothing between them and he had something he could work with. He wasn’t even worried it wasn’t as stiff or as thick as it had been before. He was a miserable beggar who was not going to be choosy about this gift.
“I love you,” he said as he went for her mouth.
“Daniel, I love you, too—”
He true-north’d himself with his hand, and the instant her wet heat registered on the tip of his erection, he shook with anticipation. He was a virgin all over again, while also knowing what his woman liked and needed—the best of both worlds?
Sure as fuck was.
His hips knew exactly what their one job was, and before he could think of anything else, he thrust into her sex—
They both cried out, and he might have teared up a little. He didn’t know, he didn’t care. He was pumping now, deep and deeper still, in a rush, in a panic—because what if this ended—
“Daniel—I’m coming, oh, Daniel—”
From a distance, he heard his wolven cry out again, but he was too busy going into himself, measuring the crest of an orgasm as it intensified, feeling the sensations of pressure in his sack, hinging his lower spine so he could move faster and faster still. He was aware that his lungs were burning, but it was anticipation—
And fear.
Fucking please, he prayed. If he never asked for another thing in his life, ever, just let him come. He wanted to be in this moment once again with the woman he loved, to share the carnal so they could both go to the divine, to transcend the earthly suffering he had been wallowing in and fly, freely—
And that was when it happened.
Her sex contracted around his, pulling at him, milking him, and he had a moment of infinity, a suspension between everything that was so frantic, and hungry, and needy, and desperate—and the float that was on the other side of the rise.
He needed this like he needed the cure that wasn’t coming for him.
That he wasn’t going to get—
The first ejaculation racked him, whipping his body straight, every muscle in him seizing up—and then the next came. And the next—
He started crying.
As his body did what it had been built to do, as he filled his female up, he squeezed his eyes shut, buried his face in her fragrant neck, and let the life inside of him go into her. Was it joy? Yes. And sorrow, too.
But mostly… it was gratitude.
For one prayer finally being answered.
* * *
Underneath her man, Lydia dug her nails into Daniel’s back. The feeling of fullness, of completion, was overwhelming, and so was the release she was finding—and continued to find—because he was coming inside of her. And as he lowered his head into her, she smelled his tears and held on even tighter.
It was all so unexpected.
Closing her eyes, she arched up into his chest. She was naked except for her socks—because why bother with them—and he still had his hoodie on and the strings in front were digging into her breasts and she didn’t care in the slightest.