Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
"You're done?" Azar asks. He arches a pale brow at me. "Does it not suit you?"
"I'm full," I say, breathless. "You can have it." When he picks up my fork, I want to tease him about how it's been in my mouth, but the words get stuck in my throat. I watch as he puts the tines into his mouth and then spears another piece of cobbler. It's like he wanted to taste me before he tasted the dessert.
That decides me.
Before I can think about it any further, I blurt out, "I changed my mind."
"Oh?" Azar turns his attention to me.
I swallow hard. "It means nothing between us if I let you go down on me, right? It doesn't change our pact?"
His eyes begin swirling that deeper, richer gold. "Nothing changes, no. You are entirely in control."
"Then…we can try it. But I want to be able to call it off at any time if I feel uncomfortable."
"At any time." Azar holds his hand out to me, palm up.
I place mine in his, and he holds me tightly. His hand is warm, so damn warm, and that touch feels good, as does the thumb he skims over the back of my hand. "All right," I say faintly. "Shall we do this?"
Chapter
Fifteen
AZAR
I want to shout with triumph as Melina places her hand in mine. That human Daniels was right. It must indeed be pleasing for a female to have her cunt licked, because my female has smelled of arousal ever since I brought it up. Her scent has been driving me mad for the last few days. I am glad she has recanted, because my own need is becoming unbearable. I imagine my face between her gorgeous brown thighs and my cock surges under my robe.
This is not about me, but I suspect there will be pleasure in it regardless…and I cannot wait.
But I pretend to be casual. In control. I take another bite of delicious cobbler and stroke the hand she has in mine. "Do you want to do it here on the table?"
Her eyes go wide. "Here?"
"Is there a better place?"
"Somewhere private, for starters," she says, her tone tart. Her cheeks are dusky with color and I can smell her scent ratcheting up, perfuming the entire room. "I don't want to do this anywhere someone could walk in on us. I was thinking more like the bedroom."
"You are the one in control," I agree, and finish my last bite. "I follow your lead."
"I must be crazy," she mutters to herself as she gets to her feet. I notice she doesn't take her hand from mine, and a rush of pleasure floods through me. Does she like my touch?
I decide to test that theory. When I get to my feet, I place a hand at her waist, guiding her forward. Instead of pulling away, she hesitates, and then leans into me, as if seeking my warmth. It sends more pleasure rushing through me. To think that I can get such joy from a female allowing herself into my embrace, and yet it pleases me more than anything I can imagine, more than the biggest fruit cobbler the kitchens have ever set before me.
I can only imagine that tasting her cunt will be even better.
Melina is quiet as I lead her toward our bedroom, but I can feel the tension vibrating through her. There is no fear in her scent. Instead, it is the spicy musk of her arousal that drifts through my senses. She wants my mouth on her, but she is still hesitant. Because it is me who touches her? Because she does not want to give me leverage? There could be any number of reasons, but I know she will not tell me any of them if I ask. She will keep her secrets because I forced her to become my consort, and at heart, she still thinks I will force her to do other things.
I understand it, but that is not my desire. The hot scent of her in my nose is stunning, fanning my own need. When I compare this to the look of disgust she gave me after she touched me? I want her willing or not at all, and it grows clearer to me by the day. I rub my thumb against her side as I guide her to our rooms, and her breath hitches, almost imperceptibly, when I do.
Touches. She likes touches, then. I should add those instead of merely pushing my face between her thighs. The thought fills me with a curious sort of pleasure. I like the idea of tasting her and licking her cunt, but just…touching? Brushing my hands over her brown skin and caressing with no objective other than to touch? It is not something I considered, and the books I have consulted did not show such things. In this realm, I am wholly inadequate, and it frustrates me.