Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Every bit of desire that Halun had rushing through me in the throne room comes back in an instant. And the way his eyes burn with lust as they stare into mine tells me he notices. Each of his motions somehow seems sexy, even though they’re so simple. Him placing his fork down, pushing his cushioned seat back from the table to spreading his legs. When he licks his lips, though, oh the intent in that action is clear.
“We have unfinished business,” he says, voice husky, laced with seduction.
“Someone might hear us,” I remind him. Clearly, my own words mean nothing to me, though, because I stand and walk over to him. He pulls me into his lap, right back to the way we were in the throne room.
“Anyone who gets near this room,” his lips come to mine with his next words. “Will hear you gasping and know not to enter.”
“Still … Someone might come in and see us.”
But my warning sounds hollow even to my own ears when it turns into a moan at the end. Not my fault, though. I can’t help the sounds that leave me when his fingers begin drifting higher on my leg, bringing my dress up with it.
“They can watch. I don’t care.”
“And what would they be watching me do, Zawla?”
His fingers reach between my thighs, his brows raising when he finds me bare. Something I had done before I went to the throne room.
“First, they’d be watching you straddle me,” he begins as his finger rubs a soft circle into my clit. “As I touch you until you’re drenched. Then, when you’re desperate for me …”
“Oh, will I be?” I chuckle, but already he has my head falling back from the pleasure he’s giving me.
“Aren’t you always desperate for me, Luna?” he asks, before his tongue peeks out to lick my neck. “Aren’t you always just as desperate for me as I am for you?”
“Are you desperate for me right now, Halun?”
“Open my pelt and find out.”
I reach down between us as his finger rubs against me harder. A shaky moan leaves me, and I feel his lips curve up against my skin. My cocky mate. Less cocky, though, when I push his pelt open and wrap my hand around his cock. He hisses, but it turns into a groan when I sweep my thumb over the tip of him. Then, we’re only sounds flowing from each other’s lips as his fingers work me and my hand strokes him. As our tongues finally meet.
And just like he said I’d be, my dress is around my waist, so his cock presses to my pussy, my wetness already drenching him. And just like he said I’d end up, I’m desperate for him, for more than his touch.
“What else would someone see if they came in, Halun?” I pant out when he next rubs my clit.
“You on the table with your legs wrapped around me as I fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”
“Please, Halun,” I whine, because if he doesn’t make that image come to life right now, I feel like I’ll burst apart.
“You never need to beg me, Zawla,” he says as he gives my clit one more touch. “But I do like the sound of it.”
He stands and places me on the table in seconds. His cock is at my opening as my legs wrap around him, my shoes at his lower back, making sure he doesn’t move too far from me. My hands have barely gripped the sides of the table before he’s driving into me. In this large room, my moans echo and his groans bounce off the walls. It doesn’t take long before my fingers are digging into Halun’s shoulders instead of the wood of the table. My nails dig into his skin, but he only drives into me harder, so I know he likes the pain. He always does.
We’re alike in that way. Because the pain of how brutally he’s pounding into me, how harshly he grips my hips, how the table is digging into my back, it all only propels me closer and closer to the orgasm I feel is waiting just at the tips of my fingers, preparing to slam into me.
“I know, Zawla,” he grunts, while ripping the top of my dress down. “I know what you need.”
He thrusts into me hard and deep, and, as the gasp bursts from me, I arch up, and his mouth is there to meet my nipple. I fall apart with a scream of his name while leaving scores down his chest. He groans against my breast as I tighten around him, then gives short strokes into me that have my eyes closing as bliss rushes through, and over me, again and again.
His mouth breaks away from me so he can straighten. He’s not that way for long, though. He brings my legs up to his shoulders and then leans forward again, making my knees touch my chest as his mouth comes to mine. Our kiss swallows my moans as his thrusts send me right back to the edge. I can tell how close he is, too, from the pace he slams into me and his groans getting louder, longer, vibrating on my tongue as it lashes against his. Right as I begin to fall once again, his mouth rips away from mine, going to my neck, biting into my skin, and turning my moan into a broken gasp and his hiss into a grunt as he comes.