Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Heat shoots deep inside me, pulsing in every bit of my body.
I felt the connection to him when I bound our shadows, but now it intensifies. I sense his heartbeat quickening. It throbs like it wants to reach me. When we’re so close, it seems to beat against mine. Will he feel that too when he becomes my Dark Companion?
For now, all romantic thoughts slip back into the gutter when he lies on top of me. Hawk is so heavy his weight pushes me down. My knees slide apart, and I’m left to take his final thrusts. My ass is sore, but I secretly love it, moaning every time he pushes in, planting his seed.
“So cozy inside you…” he murmurs against the back of my head as he slides his hand under me and grabs my cock. “Feel all that spunk? It’s gonna be dripping down your legs.” He licks my ear to its very tip.
When he starts jerking me off, I writhe under him, excited by how I can barely move with his whole weight on top. It makes me breathless, as I rock my hips between his hand and jabbing myself on his pulsing dick.
I think of all the cum he’s pumping inside me, how I let him use me, manhandle me, overpower me… And then he once more shows me his force when he wraps his massive hand around my neck.
I cry out, coming harder than ever, and when my ass clenches on Hawk’s softening cock, it only intensifies my orgasm. I squeeze the soft fur of the rug in my hand, rubbing my face against it to muffle my noises, but it’s no use. I moan. Shout. Scream so loudly it leaves my throat raw, and he holds me through it, whispering dirty and sweet words alike.
How I’m his moonlight prince.
How I’m his tight warm cumhole.
Somehow, both seem appropriate.
I don’t know if it’s the shadow bond or love, but it feels real damn close.
His heartbeat slows, as does his breathing, and he stretches, finally slipping out of my body. But when I expect him to pull away, he grabs me and wrestles me to the rug alongside him.
“Hell yes,” he mumbles, cuddling me close.
I settle into his embrace, too tired to fight him. Never before him have I felt so comfortable with another person. I’m not ashamed that he saw me unravel or of the things I told him in the heat of the moment. I rest against him, catching my breath.
I know it’s silly, but after having sex with him, I somehow feel more like my own man instead of the family pushover. With a smile, I tune into the heartbeat that resonates within his shadow. I ache a little, but I’m so satisfied.
It’s also a relief for my collar to be off, and I revel in access to my shadow. Toying with it is like meeting an old friend. In a moment of goofiness I cannot explain, I form several tendrils, no thicker than fingers, and let them pet Hawk’s back.
He stirs, blinking as if he was about to fall asleep, and glances over his shoulder.
“They’re not much,” I explain, “but you deserve all the cuddles I can give.”
How sappy, my inner voice says. Are you even a Goldweed?
But is it really so bad to enjoy another person without an ulterior motive? To want to give more than I get?
Hawk stares at me. “That was you? Jeez, I thought a giant spider ran over me,” he mumbles and pulls me close to his chest, burying his face in my mane.
“Um… thank you? For, you know.”
Why are you so awkward? Why?
I cover my face and take a deep breath, trying to focus on the pleasure still settling in my body instead of picking apart what I’ve just said.
“For my amazing sexual skills?” he asks, chuckling, and pushes on my forehead to make me look at him.
My face flushes with heat, but I nod. “Yes, that. It seems we are…” What? A good fit? It would hardly explain how I feel about him right now. He seems so relaxed and casual while I scramble to make sense of everything that’s happened between us since our first meeting. “Like… I’m a locket only you could open.” Sappy. Again. But what if that’s what my feelings for him are? All mushy like fermented coralberries. Maybe I have to become at peace with that, and allow him to be my weakness.
Hawk bites his lower lip, grinning. “I definitely seem to have the right key, don’t I?” he asks and kisses my forehead before urging me to rest my head on his chest. I’ve never heard a more beautiful heartbeat than his, and the intimate nature of the gesture settles me a bit.
“But you really shook my world too. So damn pliant, so excitable, so pretty,” Hawk says, stroking my bare skin. “You feel okay?”