Waliz (The Hallans #2) Read Online Bethany-Kris

Categories Genre: Alien, Dystopia, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Hallans Series by Bethany-Kris
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
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The room fills with the sounds of our bodies meeting, my moans and gasps, and his groans and grunts as he slams into me again and again. And my body meets him each time, my leg wrapping around him, so my foot is at his lower back, feeling the muscles move there each time he strokes into me. My hand finds the back of his head now, fingers tangling in his braids so he can’t take his mouth away from mine. My hips tilt forward each time he drives into me.

His tongue lashes against mine just as quickly as his cock enters me, only adding to the building tension in me. It didn’t take me long to get here, either, to the point that my body begins to feel like it’s coiled so tightly, it’ll break into a million pieces if I don’t get some relief. Halun wraps his arm around my lower back, pulling me impossibly closer to him, wedging his body even more between my thighs as he slams into me, and stays there. I didn’t want his lips to leave mine, but I’m the one who breaks our kiss. I don’t even care about needing to breathe, but it’s my gasp that does it. I couldn’t help it, though, not with him deep inside of me and his groin rubbing against my clit. The sound needed to leave me at the pleasure that rushes through me right now. I especially don’t mind when it means Halun’s lips are at my ear now, and his chin nuzzles the crook of my neck.

“You feel better than I ever imagined you would, Zawla,” he breathlessly whispers.

“What did you imagine?” I ask.

His words are panted as he speaks while pounding into me. As he tells me how he imagined tasting me until I’d had so much that I was begging him to stop. He lifts my leg so high that he places it on his shoulder while telling me he imagined me sighing his name from how good it felt as I rode him. But the vision he paints of me on my knees before him, my lips wrapped around his cock, that has me digging my nails into the back of his head. That has him hissing as he moves his mouth to my neck and sucks on the skin there so hard, I’m sure I’ll have a mark for any and all to see when we’re done. Just that idea, though, his mark on me, only makes the tension in me rise even more. I want his mark. I want to be his. I want him to be mine. I want his cum inside of me as badly as I want mine all over his cock.

“Please, Halun. I’m so close.”

“I know, Zawla.”

The word, coupled with the revelations I just had, make a vicious shiver rake through me. And that shiver tears a deep groan out of my mate. And with that deep groan, he slams into me again, rubs against my clit harder, but this time, he pulls on my hair so my neck is as bare to him as possible, and his teeth sink into my skin. My mouth opens to let out a strangled gasp as I spasm around him. Lights flash behind my closed lids, my body feeling a bliss it has never known, never even come close to before. It feels endless, limitless, like I could ride this wave forever and Halun would just keep me right here. High and oblivious to anything but the feeling of him inside me.

His bite releases just as the edge of my orgasm begins to fade. The way his tongue sweeps across my skin, stinging just a little, just enough, has my body already on the verge of another orgasm, though. How can it be that he just gave me the epitome of pleasure, and already I want more?

He moves my leg from his shoulder and rolls us so I’m on my back. I love the way his weight presses me into the bed, the way my thighs ache to fit around his hips, the way he looks down at me like I am his dream come true. Well, I guess I truly am. He comes forward, hovering over me while linking his hands with mine. His lips come to mine, soft, barely-there kisses as he brings our hands to the sides of my head, our fingers interlocked. I tell myself it’s him who tightens his hand on mine first, that I only do it in response, but I know it’s a lie. I know I'm clinging to him in every way because he’s doing so much more than dominating my body right now. He’s reached inside me to capture my heart.

“There it is,” he says low.

“What?”

“You know now.”

He can’t mean …



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