Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
This one had its décor done in dusty rose and forest green, it was very 1980’s, but it had been the only motel for a long stretch of road and she was glad they’d finally stopped. She wished they could just get a plane to get there. But then again, that would bring reality to her sooner and that reality could be worse than anything they’d endured so far.
Approximately 45 seconds into her shower he stepped in with her. She huffed. He stepped close and put his hands on her soapy hips. She spun around so her back was to him and got her face under the shower stream. He gripped her hips more aggressively and spun her back around to face him. She looked down, meaning to aim her gaze on her feet but down in front of her was his chest, abs, and his impressively erect penis so she instead aimed her gaze on the ceiling. He took her by the chin. She shrugged him off and tried to spin around again but he pinned her against the wall, hips against her, hands on her shoulders.
“Princess,” he said softly, pleadingly.
Kyla’s heart sank.
“I need you, baby,” he whispered against her temple and then his hands gripped her rear end. His lips found hers. She wanted to pull away. She almost pulled away. She was so fuming mad at him. But he gave her a smile and showed dimples and so she glared at him.
“Pulling out the big guns? You play dirty,” she grumbled, poking a dimple.
He laughed, then advanced and got her earlobe in his mouth and his fingers tightened on her ass, “I’ll take every advantage I can get. And I’ll show you a big gun. Let’s play dirty. Together.”
His hand slid down her ass and his fingers slipped between her cheeks and found her centre.
She whimpered. He looked supremely pleased.
Yeah, she wasn’t happy about his secrecy but she knew he needed her, needed to feed, and she also knew that she’d get a release, too, and she needed it right now, big time. With connecting with him and the subsequent orgasm, she’d get his emotions and she’d get to purge the tension for at least a little while.
“I need to be inside you,” he said against her throat, kissing her on the collar bone, “need you so bad.”
A wave of arousal crashed over her. She hooked a leg around his hip and said, “I need to be inside you, too.” He took his cock into his hand and ran the tip over her clit and then slid it along her slit.
Then, suddenly, she lost sensation as he started to back away. She whimpered and thrust her hips forward, seeking maximum contact. She got it. He gave her a knowing smile as he got the tip inside her and backed her up against the shower wall, moaning as he rolled his hips upward until he’d slid in, right to the final inch. He grabbed her hand and planted a kiss on her palm and then planted kisses in a line up from her wrist to her shoulder, then sank his teeth into her shoulder while rotating his hips, hard.
She grabbed handfuls of his hair with both hands and shuddered a stuttered breath, feeling him inside her physically as well as emotionally. Tristan drank for a beat and then kissed her shoulder, shut the water off, and hoisted her up so her legs were around his waist and he carried her out of the bathroom to the closest bed.
As her back touched down on the mattress he unfastened her legs from his waist and threw them up over his shoulders and stared into her eyes. She was on fire with desire, inside her head she was screaming MORE.
More fucking, more drinking. More closeness. More.
He ran his hand down her leg, ran his tongue across his full bottom lip, and she gave him a pleading look. He smiled and caressed her cheek.
“Tristan, please,” she whined, knowing that begging and that saying his name would have an effect. A split second later he thrust his pelvis forward and slammed in, to the root. His eyes were blue but he looked so intense, so determined, so pissed off. Kyla let out a shuddering moan and panic spiked.
“More begging,” he demanded.
“Please, Tristan. Please fuck me. Please bite me. Now.”
“Mmm…”
He sank his teeth sank into her calf and he moaned as the blood started to flow. She started to feel what he felt. He felt hunger, voracious hunger; hunger so intense it was like no emotion she’d ever felt from him before.
“More,” she moaned.
Take it.
Take it all…
He ploughed into her harder and harder while drinking and rubbing her just where she needed it and after he shuddered out a “Baby….” he then kissed the bites.