Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Before helping her rise, he tugged on the end of her sleeves and pulled the delicate lace down her arms. “Beware of your mark, Little one. I’m not kidding when I say that pressing it against me or touching mine will drive both of us to heights we can’t begin to grasp.”
“That seems impossible,” she grumbled as she shrugged out of the sleeves and pushed onto all fours. She scrambled to turn around so she could finish getting out of the obnoxiously modest ceremonial garment. Whose idea had it been to send women to their mating ceremony wearing something they couldn’t easily get out of?
Hayes…Daddy…stepped back and took off his suit jacket before reaching for the buttons on the front of his dress shirt.
Rylee slid off the side of the bed, let the dress fall to the floor, and reached up to help him. She boldly swatted his hands out of the way. “Let me.”
He didn’t make it easy for her, not when he grabbed her bottom with both hands through the layers of shifts and jerked her closer. His lips came to her neck, and he kissed behind her ear before whispering, “Maybe we should get the scissors after all.”
She giggled. “No way. I’m having fun.” She pushed against him with her palms. “Give me space. I can’t see.” Her body was on fire for him. Her nipples felt sensitive as they rubbed against the front of her inner shift. Her panties were damp, and she knew it was from something leaking out of her sex.
Hayes humored her, letting her work down the buttons. She could feel his gaze on her the entire time. Penetrating. Making her tremble.
As soon as she had undone the last button down his front and the ones at the ends of his sleeves, she tried to push the shirt off his shoulders. Hayes wouldn’t release her bottom so that the shirt would fall to the floor. Instead, he slowly gathered up the layers of material of her shifts until he was fisting all of it before lifting it up and over her head.
Rylee shivered as most of her body was exposed. The only thing left was her panties. She hadn’t been exposed like this in a very long time. The only time she was ever naked was when she was alone in her bathroom. Even her mother hadn’t seen her naked since she’d been very young.
Hayes let her shifts and his shirt fall to the floor. The air in the room was thick as he reverently held her biceps before cupping her breasts. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Rylee.”
She arched into him and moaned as his thumbs grazed over her nipples, making them harder and tighter. She should be nervous, but she wasn’t. A part of her was scared of the unknown, but she was sure that her mate was going to make this experience as pleasant as possible.
His scent filled her every inhale. It was so potent that she found herself salivating. Besides kissing, no one had ever told her anything about mates putting their mouths on each other. However, the urge to trail her tongue down his chest and below his belt was strong. Where was that coming from? Instinct?
Hayes growled, the sound causing her to jerk her attention back to his face. “I need you, Rylee.”
She flattened her palms on his chest. “I need you, too.” She didn’t even know what that meant exactly, but she felt it. A driving urge to consummate this union.
When she stepped closer to him, her wrists straightened, and her mark made contact with his pecs. She gasped, and her knees threatened to buckle. The intensity of what she’d been feeling increased to new and ridiculous levels. He’d been right.
Hayes grabbed her around the waist, lifted her off the floor, and nearly tossed her onto the bed. The connection with her mark was broken, but not the driving need. It remained. If anything, it was growing.
He grabbed her panties and nearly yanked them down her legs before tossing them aside. And then his palms were on her thighs. “Open for me, Little one. Spread your knees.”
She obeyed him, letting him press her thighs high and wide. It should have been embarrassing, and to a certain extent, it was, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Instinctively she knew it was supposed to be like this. He would know her intimately to an extent she’d never dreamed of.
She would know him, too. Soon, he would take his pants off and reveal himself to her. She found herself desperate for that moment.
Daddy dragged her closer to the edge of the mattress and lowered his face between her legs. His lips wrapped around her most intimate private parts and sucked.
Rylee cried out as sensation overwhelmed her. Her vision blurred as his lips and tongue grazed against her skin. How had she not known her private parts could or would feel like this? Why had no one told her that her mate would put his mouth on her between her legs?