Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Just a kiss to start with,” Liath told me. “We’ll get to everything else in time, but I’m going to take it slow with you since you’ve never done this before—or had it done to you.”
“Thank you, Liath.”
My heart was warmed by the sweet, patient way he was treating me. Once again it occurred to me that anyone who saw my husband would think he was a stone-cold killer—with his scarred face and huge, muscular body, it would be difficult to believe that he was anything but an Unseelie thug. No one seeing him on the battlefield would believe that he would kneel before me and coax my legs apart to give me sweet, gentle kisses on my vulnerable pussy.
I heard a rumble of laughter and realized that Liath must have caught my thoughts again.
“You’re right, little bird—I behave differently in the bedroom than I do in the battlefield. But of course, I have a good reason—you.” He rubbed his scratchy cheek against my inner thigh, making me gasp and squirm with the intense sensation. “So are you ready to let me kiss your sweet little pussy?”
“Yes, I…I guess so,” I murmured, nodding.
“Good, then just relax for me,” he murmured. “I want you to feel comfortable with my mouth on you before I spread you open and lick you, baby.”
I took a deep breath and nodded.
“All right. I’m ready.”
“Good girl,” Liath told me. “Such a good girl to open your pussy for me and let me kiss you, Alira.”
I felt the familiar surge of pleasure at his praise and then he was kissing me—kissing my pussy as gently and sweetly as if he was kissing my mouth.
I moaned and shifted my hips as I felt his lips part and his tongue began a slow, gentle caress up and down the slit of my pussy. He wasn’t really probing inside me—not yet—but the feeling of his warm wetness caressing me was delicious. I could feel just the tip of his tongue sliding over my aching clit and the sensation made me shiver all over as the sparks of my pleasure rose to hover in the air around me.
I knew my husband must truly be enjoying himself, because sparks of pleasure were rising from him as well, mixing with mine to make a dancing pattern above our heads.
“Mmmm…” Liath sat back for a moment, his lips shiny with my juices. “Gods, you taste even better than I thought you would, little bird! Are you ready to let me spread you open and give you deeper kisses now?”
“Deeper kisses?” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.
Liath gave me a level look.
“You know what I mean, Alira. I need to open your sweet pussy and bathe every bit of your inner folds to ease your ache and heal you of the lust potion’s effects. And you have to be a good girl and let me. Can you do that?”
“I think so,” I whispered.
“Good girl,” he growled softly. “Here we go, then.”
Bending to the spot between my legs again, he put his thumbs on my outer pussy lips and gently spread them wide. I bit my lip when I saw how dark my inner folds were. My clit was extremely prominent—throbbing in the center like a dark pink pearl begging for attention.
“Gods, so beautiful,” I heard Liath mutter, and then he leaned closer and took a long, loving taste of my pussy, dragging his hot tongue over as much of it as he could.
I moaned as his tongue touched the sensitive area. I was in such a heightened state of arousal from the lust potion that the intense pleasure he was giving me was almost unbearable. Yet I knew I must bear it, if Liath was ever going to heal me.
He looked up at me again.
“Good girl, Alira,” he growled softly. “I know it’s intense but you can do this—you can let me lick your sweet pussy and heal you.”
“I…I’m trying to be good and hold still,” I whispered. “But it’s hard—I feel like…like I need something to hold on to.”
Liath nodded.
“I can tell. If it feels too good and you can’t quite manage to hold still, just hold on to me.” He tapped one of his horns with a finger. “I have some built-in handles for you right here, sweetheart.”
Thinking of his horns as “handles” made me giggle and feel a little less tense. But I was still hesitant.
“Um…are you sure I won’t hurt you? I mean, yanking on your horns?” I asked.
He rumbled a laugh.
“Forgive me, little bird—you’ve immense magic inside you but your physical strength can’t match it. No, I’m not worried about you hurting me. Although to be honest, sometimes I like a bit of pain with my pleasure.”
I looked at him, wide-eyed.
“You do? But…how can that be good?”
“Just a tiny bit of pain can enhance your pleasure—the way a bit of salt brings out the flavor in a sweet dish,” he explained. “It’s not for everyone, but some find it very desirable. I happen to be one of them. So hold on to me and ‘yank’ as hard as you want to—I won’t mind.”