Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 66503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I’m salivating at the mouth, and it even drips down the sides of my lips and onto the concrete floor. That’s how frantic I am to have a single touch or lick. And my cock is already fully erect again, just from the mere idea of claiming her.
But I fucking can’t, and it’s destroying me.
“You’re killing me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I want it. I want you … so badly.”
She tilts her head, exposing her neckline, running her fingers down her chest, her nipples, and it makes me swallow with heat.
“Then take what’s yours,” she murmurs.
That’s it.
I breathe out loud as all my muscles begin to tense and twitch. “You don’t know what you’re unleashing,” I hiss.
She pushes up and down into her pussy and pulls out her fingers to show me the wetness sticking between. “Then show me what you’re willing to do, or I’ll do it myself.”
Enough.
Howling like an animal, I tear away at my own muscles to rip these metal clasps around my legs to shreds, just like I did to the metal around my neck when she begged me to fight. And now she’s begging me to make her mine, so I will.
When my feet finally rest on the ground, free of the chains that kept me bound to these walls, I tug at the final chain keeping me in place.
She stops moving her fingers entirely, and her chest rises and falls quickly when I take a heavy step forward. And another one. One more, and I’m right in front of her petite frame, towering over her like a mountain, ready to crush whatever is in its path.
There is only one thing in this entire world that I want more than freedom, more than life itself.
Her.
My hand snakes around her throat, and she gasps for air as I twist her around and push her against the wall. My free hand slides down across her shirt, her tits and peaked nipples, across her belly, and between her legs.
“This,” I groan, pushing my middle finger onto her clit, “is mine.”
She mewls with delight when I begin rolling my fingers around between her thighs, spreading her wetness before I dive inside. Her lips form another o-shape, and I capture her gasp with an all-consuming kiss, stealing her breath away.
Everything that is her belongs to me. She always was, from the moment we first met until now. Her kisses, her touches, her orgasms, her moans, even her very fucking breaths.
And I need every droplet of wetness too.
So I lean in and listen to her ragged breaths getting increasingly unhinged as I slowly drive her insane with lust, flicking my fingers back and forth. And with a dirty smile, my tongue dips out to drag a line from her ear to her neck, tasting the sweet, salty mix of sweat and desire.
“You make this hell taste like heaven,” I groan.
She moans when I shove another finger inside. “Oh God.”
“Yes, Aurora, I am your fucking god.”
Her eyes are transfixed on mine as I coax out her hunger for more. And her hips begin to gyrate against my hand.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask.
She nods, barely able to reply through the heady moans.
“You taunted me,” I whisper into her ear, my fingers tightening around her neck so I can feel her pulse quickening with every breath. “Now give me what I’m owed.”
“Yes,” she mewls, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head.
“That’s it. Show me what I live for, what I’d die for,” I groan as she falls apart at the seam.
Her pussy contracts around my fingers, spreading delicious juices as her legs begin to buck. She can barely stay standing, but I keep her pinned against the wall, thrusting in and out, flicking her clit like no tomorrow to coax out another orgasm.
The face she gives me is one of pure ecstasy, and if I could see this face for all eternity in death, I’d end my life right this very second. That’s how gorgeous she looks when she gives me everything she has to give. Again, and again, and again, until all that’s left of her is a whimpering, shaking, wet mess.
When I finally release her from my grip, she sinks to the floor like a used rag doll, breathing irregularly as though her heart can barely keep up with the orgasmic waves flooding her body.
And I stroke my cock with fervor, not giving a shit that she’s out of energy to do anything about it.
She taunted the beast, and now she’ll have him, raging hard-on and all.
“You belong to me,” I groan, flicking my hand back and forth across the tip of my length. “And every single one of your orgasms is mine.”
I roar out loud and thrust in my own hand, releasing myself, jetting my cum all over her body beneath me. I jerk off a few more times until I’ve finally let go of all that pent-up anger and lust and blow out a few heavy breaths.