Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Only then did his tongue touch me directly, making the orgasm crash through my system, my body arching, my thighs shaking, a ragged moan escaping me as the waves kept coursing through me.
I’d barely recovered from that before he was moving to stand, yanking my legs up to his shoulders, and slamming deep inside me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he hissed as he settled deep, taking a moment to pull himself together as my walls tensed around him, holding on tight.
“Bael,” I whimpered. “Move,” I begged as my hips rocked, trying to get some friction, some end to the torment holding my body prisoner.
Just like that, he was moving.
Fucking me hard and fast as he held my legs to his chest.
As he fucked me, his horns moved out. The fingertips that held me elongated into talons that nipped into my skin.
I should have been disgusted.
But all I could feel was wonder and affection as I watched him lose control as he fucked me.
There was something to be said for the fact that the only reason he was showing his real form was because of me, because of how he felt about me at that moment.
Knowing that only seemed to spur on my desire as his one hand slipped between my thighs to work my clit as he fucked me.
It wasn’t long, then, before I felt myself pushed to that edge.
“Come,” he demanded, voice rough.
I didn’t need the encouragement.
I was already pulled under, riding the waves as he continued to fuck me.
But he didn’t come with me.
As soon as I started to come down from the orgasm, he was grabbing me and positioning me on his lap as he lowered himself off the side of the bed.
It was then that his lips found mine again.
But this time, it was softer, sweeter, deeper.
And, somehow, I knew that this was yet another thing that didn’t exactly come naturally to him, so I felt myself melting into it all the more.
Until, amazingly enough, I could feel the heat reigniting even after two big orgasms.
Bael’s hands reached to remove my shirt, then my bra, and I pulled off his shirt as well because I didn’t want it to get in the way of his wings if they came out again.
“Ride me, baby,” he murmured against the column of my neck, making a shiver course through me.
Wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, I did just that. Slow at first, then gaining momentum as the need started to build once again.
“Fuck,” he hissed one of his hands going to the side of my jaw. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he added, voice rough, but the words shivered through me as I felt myself pushed to that edge, then falling down into the orgasm with his name on my lips.
And as my forehead hit his shoulder as the waves kept rolling through me, I felt his wings shoot out and wrap around me as Bael cursed out my name.
Somehow, nothing had ever felt quite as right as being held against his strong body by those soft wings.
Maybe that was how it started.
Love.
The romantic kind.
By something just… clicking, just feeling inexplicably right.
The other stuff, the getting to know someone stuff, the connections, the roots, maybe that all came after.
My cheek pressed to his shoulder as my breath sighed out of me, and his wings closed even tighter as his arms wrapped me up tight too. And I was pretty sure I felt his lips press into my hair.
Sweetness from a man not prone to it.
Love, from a man who seemed more comfortable with hate.
That was something worth exploring, wasn’t it? Especially if the world was all but ending.
“The fuck…” Bael hissed as I jolted at the sound of banging from a floor below.
“What is that?” I asked as Bael carefully pushed me off of his lap.
“The front door,” he said as I rushed toward the bathroom, haphazardly grabbing my clothes as I went.
By the time I got back, Bael was already out of the room, leaving me to rush behind him as Arick’s words played over in my head.
About an unexpected visitor.
And, despite myself, I couldn’t help but wonder who the heck it could be.
“Charlotte, get back in the room,” Bael growled as I came rushing down the steps to find him and his friends all making their way to the door.
It was a sexy growl, though.
I never would have thought such a thing would exist, least of all when a man was barking at me to do something.
But it came from a place of protection, and because of that, it was a warm, gushy sort of sensation inside rather than annoyance.
“Is the sword necessary?” Ace asked Dale as she rushed up the hallway too, her hand on the hilt of her sword.
“Depending on who or what is on the other side of that door… maybe,” she said. “Is someone actually going to open it, or are we peeping through the window like a bunch of girls?” she asked.