Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 109477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
It senses you.
She didn’t bother asking what it was talking about.
What are you? she asked instead. Why doesn’t Tarian hear you?
I am everything and nothing. I am the forgotten and the found. The fabric of the world that is no longer needed.
And speaking gibberish. Are you the wylds? A split part of my personality? Some other entity?
I am not you, but you are me.
Time to change topics. She’d never been very good at nonsense or riddles.
How does it sense me? she asked. Because of earlier?
It senses danger. It senses its demise. It feasts on carrion and destruction. Its time is nearly at an end, and it knows it.
The pulse was faint. The creature wasn’t close and the voice wasn’t making any sense.
She realized she’d been staring at Tarian while talking to it, and now he opened his eyes slowly. His pupils shrank into pinpricks as he focused on her.
How do you feel? she asked as her stomach rumbled.
His gaze touched her lips and slid down to where their bodies touched. Where his arm was slung over her. Finally to her stomach. He was either feeling or hearing her hunger.
Decent. Not in tip-top shape, but good enough to be moving.
He didn’t move for a moment, and then his elbow bent, as though he were about to pull it away. She thought about putting her hand on it to stop him. Thought about rolling to him to capture his lips again. She didn’t need to make either choice.
His hand slid across her stomach, the touch firm, his fingers splayed.
We need to get going, he thought, his gaze tracking his hand’s progress. His thumb ran along the skin of her stomach.
Yeah, she thought as goosebumps erupted along her flesh.
We need to get you some food. His hand traveled upward. His fingers grazed the bottom of her breast. He paused, as though uncertain.
She put her hand on his forearm and gently tugged his arm. His hand covered the swell of her breast. His thumb rolled the peak.
She sucked in a breath from the pleasure that coursed through her body. He rose and scooted closer before pushing her bra up and exposing her. He leaned over and fastened his hot mouth over her sensitive nipple, sucking gently and rolling it with his tongue.
She groaned, her eyes fluttering closed. She tried to reach down and grab his length, but his body was pressed too tightly against hers. His hand slid down as he moved to the other breast. His fingers trailed over her panty-covered apex, stopping in the right place and rubbing in a circle.
She spread her legs wider and ran her fingers through his tangled hair. He pushed up and took her lips with his own. His fingers moved a bit and traced the edge of her panty line. They pressed a fraction, dipping under the fabric. He felt along her wetness before dipping in.
Her moan was tortured. The need to feel him deep, all of him, overwhelmed her. She devoured his lips and tried to work him over her body. Tried to wriggle her hand down in between them to touch him. To stroke him.
His digits plunged in and out. His thumb pressed down above, jolting her with pleasure.
“Let me get to you,” she said, gyrating against him. She pushed her hand down as far as she could, only managing to get to his stomach.
“Not this time,” he murmured against her lips, working her hard and fast. The sensations tightened her body. She was already so close. “I want to feel you come around my fingers.” He kept going. The sound of her wetness filled the room.
He pulled his head away to watch her. His eyes sparkled with deep lust. “Come for me, dove,” he commanded.
She unraveled, saying his name as she shook against him. Pleasure engulfed her, and she clutched him.
He gave her a few more strokes, another few turns with his thumb, before pulling his hand away. He brought it up, never breaking eye contact with her, and sucked the fingers into his mouth. For some reason, that fired her up all over again.
“Let’s go,” he said, ready to turn away.
“No, wait.” She tried to keep him put. “Let me use my mouth on you.”
His smirk held all sorts of secrets. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking. He finished pulling away.
“Come on,” he said. “You’re hungry. We can get water on the way and food at the next station.”
After she’d gotten out of bed, she stared down at her pants on the floor. She really didn’t want to put those back on. They were filthy and crusty in places. Any more dirt and they might be able to stand on their own.
Still, they were one more defense against whatever plants and creatures existed in the wylds. Dirt and grime were better than brushing up against something toxic with her bare skin.