Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
And he didn’t take one second to let me catch my breath or work me through the throes of it.
Not. One. Second.
He immediately flipped me over, shifting to his knees behind me as he hauled me up until my spine was against his muscled chest. He nudged my thighs apart with his knee, gripping my hips and lifting me until I was situated right over his hard cock, the tip teasing the wetness there.
And then he released his grip at the same time he thrust upward, sinking into me to the hilt.
I gasped, electricity crackling across my skin with the sensation of him inside me. He was hot and hard and felt like fucking heaven. He wrapped his arms around me, palming my breast with one hand and plunging his other between my thighs as he thrust up again and again.
Breathless, I leaned my head back, turning it so I could capture his mouth in a hungry, intense kiss that showed him exactly what he was doing to me.
Bringing me to life in a way I never thought possible while dying.
Shaking my soul awake.
Sending me to places I never knew existed.
I reached behind me with one arm, gripping his neck as he slid in and out of me, his fingers rolling over my clit with each thrust. His thighs were powerful beneath me, my legs hugging the outside of his, the position allowing him to sink deeper and giving him total control.
Still, I could feel him resisting, almost like he was restraining himself.
And I couldn’t have that.
“Harder,” I demanded between kisses.
Ajax slowed beneath me, pulling his lips away enough to catch my gaze. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted.
“You won’t,” I assured him, clenching my thighs and lifting enough to sink down atop him in one delicious movement.
He groaned, his fangs distending, the sight igniting this deep, unshakeable need inside me.
“Harder,” I demanded again, then tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck.
“Grace,” he growled, his grip on me tightening. “You know I can’t bite you again, it could—”
“Kill me?” I laughed. “You make me feel more alive than I ever have before. Now, take me, Ajax. In the way I know you need to.”
Seconds ticked by between us, a suspension in time that I’m not entirely certain Ajax wasn’t controlling. My heart pounded against my chest as I waited, anticipation curling my senses—
Ajax slammed into me from below with such speed and force I immediately came.
“Fuck,” he growled, pounding into me. “Your pussy feels so good fluttering around my cock.”
His words were like flames bursting beneath my skin, his movements twisting my body up only to untangle it in the most delicious way. I brought my hand back down, digging my nails into his flexing forearm as he held me tight, my neck still exposed to him.
And as his pace increased, his fingers moved faster against my clit, faster than any hand should be able to move and it felt so fucking good. Ajax was riding me up to that edge again, so quick and fast my head was spinning, a dizzy sort of bliss sending me to a place where nothing else existed but him and me and this insane pleasure between us.
“Oh, God, Ajax,” I moaned as my entire body clenched around him. “I’m…I’m…”
How was it possible to already be ready to come again? How was he doing this to me? How—
“Fuck, Grace,” he groaned, that hand between my thighs nearly vibrating as he slammed into me with his cock and his fangs with such a delightful bite I cried out, my orgasm rocking through me so hard I trembled around him. He didn’t feed though, that much I could tell from the bite being too soft against my neck. I hated that he wasn’t taking what he needed, but I couldn’t form any coherent sentence to tell him as much. Ajax pumped a few more times, harder and stronger as he spilled into me with a groan.
Sparks shot across my soul, the delightful sounds of satisfaction rippling along my skin as he slowed his movements inside me. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our breaths matched in rushed heaves as he held me there.
“You’re shaking,” he said after a few moments. He gently lifted me, shifting us so we were laying on our sides on the bed. “Did I hurt you?”
I smiled at him, drunk on pleasure and exhausted from the way he’d taken my body.
“Not at all,” I said, but he eyed me worriedly. I cupped his cheek, shaking my head. “Not at all,” I repeated, then bit my bottom lip. “When can we do that again where you’ll feed?”
Shock colored his eyes. “Feeding is too risky,” he said. “But the fucking?” He smirked, tugging me against his body. “We can do that right now.”