Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 151630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 758(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 758(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
My body tenses as I feel his erection against my backside. For a second, it makes me freeze, but then I know this is Rhys and no matter how much he can hurt my heart, he won’t ever harm me physically. I’m safe with him in this.
I want this. I want this in a way I didn’t when I started it. I began because I was sick of waiting, sick of the anticipation. Now I simply want to know where this feeling is going to lead me. I want to know why Lee has women walking out of his bedroom with smiles on their faces and sighs of satisfaction. And men. I want to know why their cheeks flush and they seem happy in a way I don’t understand.
Rhys’s arm moves from around my waist to right under my breasts, which seem way more important than they did before. My body is a tool to use, except now it feels like an instrument to be played, a way to make something beautiful.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve done this in my mind?” Rhys rasps the question against my ear as his fingers move between my legs, easing under the band of my underwear. My breath seems to catch as he continues. “A thousand times since that first day. I know the humans don’t have fated mates, but I knew you were mine and I thanked the goddess that night. I sat under the full moon and offered her blessings for sending you to me.”
Tears pierce my eyes at the sweetness of his words. They resonate. “I…I knew you were special, too.”
I remember the moment. I remember I was scared and he grew a flower for me. When I dream about him, I still smell that flower, still feel it caress my cheek.
“You were always able to tell the difference between me and my twin. You didn’t have to get close enough to see our eye color. Even before…”
I can finish his sentence, though not aloud. Before he lost his eye. Before he sacrificed to save Rhys. Their eye color was the only difference between them before then. Lee’s were a dark brown. But I could always tell them apart from how they held themselves. “You are very different. It’s easy to tell. Ohhh.”
The pad of his finger slips over my clitoris, and I feel a jolt of arousal rushing through me.
He nips at my ear, sending another pulse. “Poor goddess. How long you have suffered without the pleasure due you. A goddess is to be worshipped. When I’m done you’ll simply look at me and I’ll know what part of my body you wish me to use. My fingers.” He slides them over my clit again, making a circle that has my vision blurring. “My tongue.” He licks my earlobe, which I would say shouldn’t be sexy, but that warm stroke shoots through me like lightning. “My cock.” He rolls his hips, and I can feel how much he wants me. “I will call on all of spring to please my goddess.”
I feel a warm breeze surround me, and the scent of roses is delicate in the air as his fingers work. He rubs my clit gently and I feel another finger running lower, starting to breach me in the sweetest way. I’m wet and hot and my hips move against his hand as I catch the rhythm. My body starts to shake with anticipation because this is something new and vibrant and real. This is connection in a way I haven’t felt before. I’ve felt love from a father figure, but this is something else. This is something for us. Something only the two of us can experience. Pleasure and connection like an invisible thread binds us together.
He groans behind me as his hand cups my breast and he presses me tighter against his body. “Come for me. I’m going to be the only man in the world you ever come for, so come for me now.”
Heat flashes through my body, and I am so connected to him. I can feel his will and intentions in my veins. To love me. To worship me. To make me safe and warm and happy.
I let go, allowing his magic to flow over my body, heightening the pleasure that threatens to scorch me. My whole body is humming and he hasn’t even gotten my clothes off yet.
I’m starting to get my breath back when his hand pulls away and he retreats slightly. When I turn I watch him put his fingers in his mouth. His eyes close as he tastes the arousal he brought forth from me. I should think it’s weird but damn he’s hot. “Take me to the bedroom.”
He shifts uncomfortably and frowns. “No. I can’t stop you from rushing into danger, but I can take this part of our relationship seriously, Shy. I haven’t waited years to shove you on a bed where my brother has had a hundred lovers. You want to go to Faery, then we’ll go. I’ll have you in my father’s temple with all proper rites.”