Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 115964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
His mother was dead. We were going to get his sister.
Everything else could wait.
I moved my lips to his ear and said, so quietly, “I’m sorry about your mother.”
His hand snapped up to the back of my neck, gripping me, but he only moved his head back, staring at me with such fierce yearning and a second later, his mouth was on mine. It was hot, demanding. His hands gripped my thighs, digging in, and I felt he needed more. Just more.
I closed my eyes, giving over, and Raize let out a growl, pushing me back.
He adjusted me, yanking my legs open, so I sank farther down on him. He tipped me back.
He was watching, his head back in the shadows, but I wasn’t.
The moonlight was shining in. I was in its spotlight, and Raize wanted to see me.
He kept kneading my thigh, watching me, and I felt an inferno blazing inside of me.
I wanted him, just him, however he gave me right now.
He tipped me back even farther, I was almost half lying on his legs. Almost. He stopped me halfway there, ran his hand up over my stomach, spanning it, and moving up until he was between my breasts. He swiped them, slow, smooth, with his finger, running it over my nipple and I shuddered. Every touch, caress was a tease from him.
I wanted to grind on him, to make this go faster. I ached for him, but something in the air held me back.
He needed to control me.
His hand moved back, turned, grabbed my top and he ripped it apart.
I gasped, arching my back from surprise.
My shirt fell to the side, down and off my arms. He grabbed it from the back, crumpled it up in a ball and moved it back over my body, moving down.
I was fully displayed for him, until he ran that hand over my stomach, my shirt still in his hold, and I felt him grab the sides of my underwear. I heard a ripping sound, and I couldn’t stop my body from responding.
I almost moaned, biting down on my lip.
Then he was touching me.
I felt the air against my clit, right before his tongue was there. He touched me with my shirt before another growl and the shirt was gone. His other hand came up and he shoved me down, all the way down. The back of my head was on his knees, but he cupped my back, yanking me up. I was arched for him, but he was tasting my clit, his tongue sweeping inside.
I couldn’t hold much longer.
A dark pleasure was building. He was sending it through my whole body. I was for him, to do with what he pleased. My legs were trembling. My whole body was shaking. I kept biting down on my lip, trying not to make a sound, a cry, a scream. I needed the pain to keep me from coming.
Raize needed this dominance over me.
He thrust a finger inside abruptly as he shoved up from the chair.
I cried out from the shock, but my legs wrapped around his waist from reflex.
He was gripping my ass, keeping me in place, and he turned, putting me on the table. He wasn’t gentle. This wasn’t going to be that kind of night.
A second finger moved in, and he thrust deep, long, and he kept going.
He knew what he was doing. He was working me fast, he wanted me to come quick for him.
I opened my eyes, seeing his on mine, a stark hunger reflecting back at me.
He was in pain, it was buried deep down. His mother.
I reached out to touch him, cup the side of his face, but he caught my hand. Almost roughly, but he only caught it. His teeth bared a second, and he adjusted, a third finger shoving up and into me.
I opened my mouth, a guttural groan slipping out. But then Raize leaned over me, pressing my hand down to the table above my head, his hand still there, holding me captive.
He kept thrusting, working me, and I couldn’t hold back.
I tried to squirm, lifting my leg higher around him, but he blocked my leg and kept thrusting. He was relentless, and then he leaned down. I felt his tongue at my clit and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Ripping my hand free, I clasped onto his head with both of my hands, and he kept going.
A muffled scream burst out of me, and my feet found the table, pushing myself up.
I lifted myself even more into Raize’s mouth and his fingers, but the release ripped through me. It was an almost out-of-body experience, and I could only gape, gasping for breath, as another scream tunneled down into my gut, leaving me in shambles from keeping quiet.
I got no time to adjust.
Raize reared back up, staring down at me.