Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 132437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
When he re-formed on the roof of Sal’s—because it was the safest option as he didn’t know the layout other than a quick glance at the website—he was relieved to find a parking lot with only one vehicle in it.
A silver truck with black wheels.
Over at the building’s ledge, he jumped down and landed on the snowpack by the rear door. As he tested the handle, the metal panel opened wide—
He scented Denne immediately.
And there she was, stepping out into a corridor.
“Thank you for coming—”
“How could I not—”
There was an intense pause as they both fell silent. Then they rushed forward at the same time, their mouths meeting with desperate, fumbling passion. As he kissed her, he had the sense she was drawing him into some kind of office, but it could have been back out into the snow and he wouldn’t have cared. And even after everything that he’d done to himself in the shower, he was instantly ready for her—and going by the gorgeous perfume of her arousal, he knew it was the same for his female.
Back against a desk, paperwork hitting the floor because she shoved it off. There was a clatter, too—a laptop maybe. Or a lamp? Telephone? Who the fuck knew. Who the hell cared.
Clothes were roughly shed, his hoodie and t-shirt tossed into the corner, his jeans undone—and that was when he lost it, and ripped her button-down clear apart, little disks flying everywhere. Her breasts were everything he needed to get to and he worshipped her with his mouth as she contorted her lower body and shoved at her black slacks.
“I’m jammed up,” she muttered as she twisted to the side.
While she attacked the laces on her boots, he went with her and stayed on her nipples, sucking at her, pretzeling himself to keep the contact tight. Finally, there was a resounding thump! and then she was pushing her pants off that one foot.
Back on the desk now, her hands at the front of his jeans. Guiding him. The instant he was inside of her, pure lust took over. The penetration was hard and deep and fast, and they both shouted. He had thought he’d never feel this again, and he wanted to savor the experience, adding more memories to the precious few he had. But his body was live-wire wild, the primal need to mate and mark more powerful than anything in the universe.
While he pounded into her sex, Denne’s nails bit into his bare back to keep her hold on him, especially as he started swinging his hips off the base of his spine so violently that the desk banged against the wall, the sharp metal beat ringing in his ears.
Funny, he didn’t have his headache anymore.
Not even as he clamped his teeth together and strained so much, he had to squeeze his eyes shut or risk having them pop their sockets and hit the concrete behind the desk like tennis balls—
With a hoarse growl, she called out his name, and stiffened from release. And the idea that he had done that to her, given this to her, was all he needed to start orgasming himself.
As he began coming into her, filling her up until she overflowed between her legs, all he thought was how he was right where he needed to be, servicing the female he loved.
Too bad he couldn’t make this a forever.
* * *
Denne didn’t give a shit about how hard the desk was under her, or the way her ass squeaked on the fake wood top. She also didn’t care about the laptop she’d shoved off, or the paperwork she’d messed up, or all the reasons that they shouldn’t be doing this.
Never again was she asking for details on the future.
That vow was the only thing she knew. Outside of this male.
Meanwhile, Allhan rode her like a beast, and and the raw, pounding sex was just what she needed. No duty with him. No courtly politeness. No arrangement of stars that might, or might not, be right. This was rank lust and passion, and she was not confused on any level about what they were doing.
As his surging, powerful body locked against her core, and his shaft kicked deep inside her while his come filled her up, everything was crystal clear.
Unfortunately, like all good things, eventually their orgasms slowed to a stop, and then they were just breathing together, their harsh exhales mixing, the still aftermath cooling down the heat.
As she looked up into his face, she stroked his smooth cheek. “You shaved.”
“I did.” He rubbed his jawline and chin against her palm. “I don’t want to scratch you while we… if we…”
“Do the sex?” She smiled, even though pain was just under her surface. “Well, that’s fine, but I would take the beard burn from you anytime.”