Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“And then, after I finished exploring you with my fingers, I’d want to lick your juices off them,” he went on. “And after I got a taste of your pussy honey, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”
“Stop…stop yourself from doing what?” Mia gasped. God, she was so close to something—to orgasm? She knew technically what an orgasm was, though she’d never had one. Or if she had, it was long ago and forgotten. Michael had certainly never made her come. She had a feeling that if Sev could just slip his hand between her legs and pet her a little, she might reach the peak she could feel her body straining for. Just playing with her nipples wasn’t quite enough.
But her partner wasn’t done talking yet.
“If I tasted your pussy honey off my fingers, I’d want to taste it straight from the source,” he growled softly. “I’d want to spread your thighs wide and lick your soft little cunt, baby.”
“You…you would?” Mia gasped. She knew, of course, that this was something people did—they did it all the time. But no one had ever done it for her and she’d always secretly wondered if men actually wanted to do it. Michael had certainly never offered, but that wasn’t too surprising since oral sex was considered a sin in the sect they’d both been raised in. “You’d want to taste me there?” she panted, wanting Sev to say it again.
“Want to? I’d fucking need to,” he growled. “Don’t you know that Kindred have a biological need to taste their females?”
“No, I…no one ever told me that,” Mia whispered.
“And I bet nobody’s ever eaten your sweet little pussy for you, either—have they? Your idiot of an ex-mate wasn’t into it, was he?” Sev guessed.
“No…no he wasn’t,” Mia admitted. “I mean, we weren’t allowed to do anything like…like that in the sect, but I don’t think he would have been interested even if we had been.”
“Fucking idiot,” Sev growled. “I’d love to be your first, baby. Love to spread you open wide and explore you with my tongue…lick you and taste you for a long…long time until you came for me—came all over my face. All while you were tugging on my horns and begging for more—begging me to put my tongue deep inside you, to taste your hot little clit until you came again and again…”
Mia moaned and bucked against him. God, she needed just a little more stimulation! She couldn’t ask Sev to do it but maybe, just maybe, she could help herself.
She slipped one hand down between her legs but the minute she cupped the warm mound of her pussy, she began to feel somehow wrong. She tried to ignore it, slipping her fingers into her wet depths and stroking the sensitive little button of her clit—a place she hadn’t touched in years.
But though her pleasure grew as she stroked herself, so did the sense of wrongness. At last Mia couldn’t stand it anymore. She pulled her hand away, her pleasure melting like snow in the desert wind.
To his credit, Sev seemed to sense the change in her at once. He stopped touching her and moved back, putting some space between their lower bodies though he had been grinding his shaft against her ass only moments before.
“What’s wrong, baby?” His deep voice was harsh with unspent desire. “You want to stop?”
“Yes, but it’s not your fault,” Mia tried to tell him. “It’s me. Sorry.”
In the back of her mind, she seemed to hear another voice—one that wasn’t hers. An angry, masculine voice berating her.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, young lady? You dirty, filthy girl! That’s disgusting—impure! Polluting your own body like that…”
Mia bit her lip and twisted uncomfortably, the intense heat she’d been feeling just a moment before turned to ashes. She didn’t want to hear that voice, she told herself. Didn’t want to think about it. About him. Or them.
“I’m really sorry, Mia—I took it too far.” Sev’s voice behind her was remorseful.
“No, no—it’s not you, really. I told you, it’s me,” Mia protested again. She turned to face him, cupping his face in her hands. In the darkness, his golden eyes were glowing softly like two candles. “Really, Sev—don’t feel bad,” she said earnestly. “I know we’ve never done anything like that before in the past but, well…I wanted it. For a while, anyway.”
He searched her eyes with his own.
“All right,” he murmured at last. “Can you tell me why you stopped wanting it? Was it something I did? Or said? Was I too crude for you? I know the wrong word can pull a female out of the moment damn quick.”
Mia was surprised at his sensitivity. Michael had never asked if things were good for her in bed or what he could do to make them better.