Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Greta flattened her hands on his chest, not knowing if she should push him away or bring him closer. His muscles were firm beneath her palms. Tolcan was strong. God, he was so strong. He growled and reached out far too quickly for her to comprehend, wrapped his hand around both of her wrists, and yanked her off the counter. Seconds later, he had her turned around.
With his hand on the center of her back, he pushed her forward until her belly was flat against the cold, hard, and unforgiving counter. She felt her heart in her throat, heard it in her ears, and felt herself grow wetter. Everything was happening so fast.
He ground his erection, which felt huge, against her bottom. She closed her eyes, her throat dry, tight, and held in her moan of pleasure. This felt good, so good, but so, so wrong. She should fight him, not stop until she wasn’t breathing, but she couldn’t find that strength.
He placed his hands on either side of her outer thighs, and slowly moved them up. Kneeling behind her, he gripped the edge of her pants, pulled them down, and she found herself looking over her shoulder at him. His hands were warm, big, and slightly calloused. And the humid feeling of his breath and of his forehead resting against her lower back sent sensations coursing through her.
When the chilled air moved along her exposed bottom, her tears started falling harder, her emotions getting the better of her.
“No tears, Greta,” he said in that deep, accented voice of his. She may speak his language because of the translator he put in her neck, but she still heard the thick accent of where he originally came from. “Just trust me,” he said. She knew she had no choice, but that if he really was this monster he would have taken her against her will that first night she was here. All he did, all he’d been trying to do was let her see he wasn’t like the others.
She felt herself nod.
He groaned. “I can smell you, Greta, smell your arousal, your need for me to give you this.” His words were low and deep, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Your arousal coating my fingers makes my dick throb to be buried inside of you. You are so wet, so wet for me.”
“I’m a virgin,” she said on a breath.
He squeezed his fingers on her outer thighs. “I know, my female. I’ll not take you tonight, not force this so quickly. But I will make you feel good.” He added a minimal amount of pressure to her lower back with his hand, and growled low in his throat like some kind of feral animal. “I’ll make this good for you, gentle.”
She could only pant.
“You’re a virgin, and I don’t want to cause any unnecessary pain, at least not the kind that you couldn’t climax from.”
She held her breath. The wickedness of his words and this situation had her on the verge of passing out.
He moved his lips over the top of her ass and took hold of each of her cheeks in his big hands. When he spread them and the cool air moved along the crease of her bottom she let out the breath she’d been holding. She turned back around and rested her forehead on the cold, hard counter. He groaned, and she knew he was staring at the area he had exposed.
“You’re so wet for me.” He speared a finger through her slit, and she bit her lip. Tolcan brought his hand down on her ass cheek so hard that she gasped out from the pain, but immediately made a sound in her throat as pleasure and heat encompassed her. “Your body craves this.” He rubbed her between her legs again. “See, you got even wetter from my hand on your ass, from the pain and pleasure. You hate this, but you fucking love it.”
At the first touch of his tongue on her pussy, she cried out and tried to straighten up, but he gripped her waist in a bruising hold and pushed her up the counter until the tips of her toes barely touched the floor. And that was when he feasted on her like he was starving. He licked up the center of her, dug his fingers into her flesh until she cried out from the pain before sobbing harder because pleasure followed soon after.
You like this. You really like this, and it scares the hell out of you.
He was making her feel good, and she didn’t want that.
“Tolcan…” She breathed out his name.
He groaned against her soaked flesh, and sparks of pleasure cascaded inside of her, consumed her.
“Oh, God.” She flattened her hands on the counter, and when she tried to move away from his wickedly abusive mouth, all she ended up doing was pushing her ass in the air. It caused her pussy to grind more firmly into his mouth. Tolcan’s hold on her was painful, but what he was doing with his mouth between her legs felt so good, and the pain and pleasure coalesced into one. She hated herself at that moment for being so weak and for actually enjoying this.