A Cage of Crimson (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #5) Read Online K.F. Breene

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Deliciously Dark Fairytales Series by K.F. Breene
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Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
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“Do you like when I fuck that sweet little pussy?” The language sent me spiraling.

“Yes,” I groaned, moving on him with abandon. “Please . . . almost . . . there . . .”

His movements were small but so fucking perfect. I kept building, so high I started gyrating wildly. A flash of pain stole my breath and he crushed me to him, one hand on my ass and the other tangled in my hair—keeping me from hurting myself by pulling away. The swell of his cock had trapped me on his dick. Even if I’d wanted to escape, I wouldn’t have been able to. I was completely at his mercy. For some reason that made me vibrate with indescribable pleasure.

“Please . . . I need . . . to come,” I panted through labored breaths.

His lips were near my ear, my body in his control. He relieved one hand from my back and circled my clit with his fingers before giving it a sharp tug.

“Holy—” I cried out as I shuddered against him. My pussy tightened around his cock with the waves of my climax and a moment later he groaned, filling me with heat like he’d promised.

The thought made me start building again, wanting my alpha’s seed lodged deep, the need primal and maybe a little nasty but fucking delicious at the same time. I’d never been talked to like this, or pumped and gyrated so hard just to hear the wet sounds of sex we made. It was perfection, consuming.

“That’s right, baby,” he said as I neared another orgasm. “Use me. Think about nothing else but this. Get lost in the moment.”

Feeling grateful, I did exactly that. When the next orgasm came, I rode it with exquisite shudders, then did the same with the next, his knot pulsing all the while. The swell didn’t diminish as I worked, his body holding strong during my need.

By the time I’d exhausted myself, full night had settled around us. His dick still lay huge and heavy within me, but the pulse had slowed. He held me tightly, leaning back against a trunk so that I could lay across his chest.

Emberflies drifted around us, more than I’d ever seen. Their lazy movement through the air was mesmerizing. Ethereal.

“How long can you stay like this?” I asked, my eyelids heavy, his warmth radiating around me.

“As long as you need.”

“No, I mean your cock. How long will it . . . lock us together?”

He was quieter this time. “As long as you need.”

“I didn’t think you had control over it.”

“I don’t. My body is responding to yours, I think.”

I sat up and scanned his face. “I didn’t know that was how it worked.”

Weston shook his head slowly. “Me either, but here we are. You have a need. It seems my body’s response is to fulfill that need for as long as you require. My cock has never lasted longer than a half-hour after completion, max. Yet last night it lasted over an hour and didn’t subside until you’d passed out. I’d been worried you’d drain all my fluids before you were finally done with me.”

I stared at him mutely, wanting to argue. I wanted to accuse him of trying to put last night on me again. But right now, his body inside mine felt too good and I didn’t want to jeopardize losing it. Right now, I did have a need, and I did want him to fulfill it. Whether it was my doing or his, I didn’t really care.

I laid back down against his chest. He rubbed my back gently, gliding his fingers along my skin. His release of breath seemed tranquil. Maybe he needed this, too. Maybe it was both of us responding to each other in this moment, forgetting the horrible outside world.

“Do you want to stay here, or would you rather settle in a bed?” he asked as I watched the emberflies.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“I’m not worried about me.”

He must’ve been, though, on his knees, leaning back against a tree with no real support, his muscles bulging to keep the position. If I hadn’t known anything else about him, I’d think he was a true gentleman. A saint, maybe, sacrificing his own comfort to ensure I was looked after. Someone that would put my needs above his own.

Sadly, that was the stuff of fairy tales, and my life was anything but. In reality, he was just ensuring I didn’t have a breakdown before he delivered me to the dragons.

I pushed off his chest and pulled the back of his neck to get him upright again. At least I could relish in the journey before the harsh light of day burned away all the pixie dust.

“One more,” I murmured, pushing my breast toward his mouth. He sucked in the peak, swirling his tongue and making my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Then bed,” I whispered.


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