Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
But she would take whatever he gave. Take it as she did the first gentle, searching kiss that parted the folds of her cunt and laid her open to the next, and the next, and the next. Her cries she only held back with her hand to her lips, as his tongue licked and licked, hungrier with each taste, gathering her closer, gathering up more of her, until her legs were wrapped around his head and his forearm pinned her hips, because it was so sweet, and so good, and she couldn’t stop moving, couldn’t stop twisting, as if each devastating lick unleashed a hurricane of pleasure beneath her skin. A scream built with it, and when the storm broke even biting her fist could not contain it—but Brom was there, surging over her again, drawing into himself everything he’d given her, his kiss deep and shattering. His hand worked between them, ripping at the leather lacing his breeches. Groaning, he shoved between her legs, grinding his cock against the sodden heat of her cunt—then stilled as his body was racked with violent shudders.
Hot seed spilled over her lower belly. Suddenly laughing into his kiss, Flora wrapped her arms around his heaving shoulders.
When their breathing eased, Brom lifted his head and gave her an abashed look. “I had no intention of doing that.”
She grinned. “I rather enjoyed it.”
And enjoyed it even more when he rolled to his side and slid his fingers through his seed, then slipped down to the wetness between her thighs. Still sensitive, she bit her lip—and found him watching her face with all the tenderness in his eyes that she’d mistaken before.
“Do you wish me to stay with you this night?”
She wanted him forever. But this was what she had.
“I do,” she said softly.
In response, he kissed her mouth, then used the discarded tunic to clean her off before gathering her into his arms. Flora lay her head over his stone heart and held on tight. Tomorrow he would take her home.
Somehow, she had to make this night last her for the rest of her life.
3
Given so little time to spend with him, Flora hadn’t meant to sleep. Yet she must have, because she awoke to the decadent pleasure of Brom leisurely feasting upon her cunt. She had but a moment to admire him in the pale morning light, his dark hair tangled and his mouth reddened and glistening with her wet lust—then his tongue slicked over her clit, and ecstasy rolled through her veins in a long, hot wave. She choked on a cry, then crammed her fist against her mouth, her body undulating with each long hot lick until Brom had to hold her down again, and then she could do nothing but come and come and come.
This time he made his way back up slowly, kissing a path to her mouth where he settled in for another long and leisurely taste. But eventually the noise from outside had to intrude—his warriors were readying the horses and waiting to take down the tent.
And so this sweet dream had to end.
His dark eyes narrowed when she closed her eyes and turned her head away. “Should I not have awakened you by kissing your cunt? Have I angered you?”
“No!” Never could she let him think so. “Anywhere, anytime. I meant it. I am merely…”
A dreaming fool.
“Do you worry about your uncle?”
“Partially.” At least that was true.
A muscle worked in his jaw. “Do you still intend to fulfill your duty to him?”
“No,” she said quietly.
“I am glad of it.” He brushed a curl from her cheek. “We have much to speak of. We will ride together again.”
On his stallion. So this was not yet the end. Not until they reached her uncle’s palace. With a hesitant smile, Flora swiftly kissed his mouth. The next minutes were spent donning clothes, rolling up his furs, and finding any excuse to touch him—and with her heart full, so stupidly full, because such fullness would only hurt all the more when it was punctured again.
They set again an easy walking pace, though with one of Brom’s warriors leading her gelding. She spent the first minutes watching the horse for any signs of lameness or strain—but aside from lingering fatigue that a week at rest and grain ought to cure, he seemed well enough.
Though…they were going the wrong way.
She glanced at the sun to be certain. “We are headed east.”
“We are.”
Toward his clan’s territory? “You told Vash that you’re taking me home.”
“I am. To my home. And now your home. You’ll be safe there.”
Longing pierced her heart. But it could not be. “I won’t abandon Innis. I may not be of much use in a war against the ogres, but I can be of some use.”
“There will be no war. The ogres are no threat to you or to Innis. The threat to you comes from another direction.”