Daemonium – Devil’s Playground Four Read Online Natalie Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
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I covered his hand with mine and looked into his whiskey-colored eyes. “And what did you decide?”

He leaned in closer, his soft lips tenderly brushing against mine. “I’ve fucked you in every way but one, and your hearts still beating. We’re going to be together until the very end.” He forced me to my knees, his grip on my throat tightening. His other hand fisted my hair, making me look up at him. A low moan escaped my lips, a mixture of adrenaline and desire coursing through me like an electric shock, water pouring down around us. "Thank me now, Sunshine."

I wasn’t sure if I was thanking him for earlier, keeping me alive, or deciding I would always be his. Maybe all three. Whatever it was, gratitude and surrender mingled in my mind, and I intended to show him how grateful I was. His hardened cock was mere centimeters from my face. Desperate to please him, I gripped it with shaking fingers, struggling to wrap them around him fully. With a determined flick of my tongue, I traced the length of his shaft, teasing the double piercing near the tip.

He tasted like mint. I glanced up at him. A slow, wicked grin crossed his face, and he used his grip on my hair to tilt my head back further. He thrust his hips forward, pushing himself fully into my mouth, and I felt the pleasurable burn of resistance in my throat. I braced my hands on his solid thighs and opened wider, submitting myself to his control.

He groaned as I swallowed him whole, a rapturous moan escaping his lips.

His eyes practically sparkling with lust and dominance, he slowly pulled out, only to push back in again. He fucked my throat hard. With each thrust, I gagged and choked, my eyes watering as I fought to breathe. I could feel my body trembling from the intensity as my own desire grew. My blood thrummed in my ears, the tension between us crackling like electricity in the air. He increased his pace, thrusting his hips in a relentless rhythm against my face. My teeth grazed along his length, eliciting low groans from his chest. When I tried to move back, his grip tightened, constricting my airflow. "Take it, Sunshine," he growled, his voice rough with lust.

My vision began to blur from lack of oxygen, and I felt my body arching against his powerful thrusts. I wanted him to come, needed to feel him fill my throat. I forced myself to relax my muscles.

His guttural groans told me I was doing exactly what he desired. He firmly held onto my head as he neared his climax. Each thrust grew harder and faster, and I knew he was close. With a final groan, he thrust deep, and the taste of him exploded on my tongue.

“Swallow it all like a good little slut,” he rasped, the roughness in his voice dripping with primal desire. I struggled to get it all down, but obeyed, making sure every drop was taken into myself.

He pulled out of my mouth, his cock glistening with my saliva. His eyes were aimed down at me, burning with satisfaction. I looked up at him, my gaze locked onto his. I knew there was no shame in my expression, only pure submission and a hint of hunger. He lifted me back to my feet with his hand around my throat, bringing my lips to his. I opened up and he kissed me deeply, harshly. I melted into him, my body responding to his every touch.

He tore himself away from my lips, his teeth skimming down my neck like a wildfire scorching my skin. His hungry mouth trailed a path of fire until it reached the delicate hollow of my collarbone, where he greedily sucked on the tender flesh. My breath hitched in anticipation, my arousal building with each second that passed. He continued his journey across my chest, releasing my hair to firmly grasp my breast. A loud moan slipped from my lips, my body quivering with desire as a surge of wetness dripped down my trembling thighs.

“I can’t,” he ground out, his voice low as he drew back.

“You can’t—.” My words were cut off as he scooped me up in a powerful embrace, forcing the shower door open with a deafening crash. I was carried into the bedroom and placed gingerly on the bed. He loomed over me, his wet hair dripping onto my face, his eyes filled with dark hunger. Roughly, he spread my legs apart and plunged his hand between them where his fingers found my entrance. He curled two of them inside me, teasing and tantalizing my most sensitive spots. I moaned and writhed beneath him, my body begging for more.

"You're so fucking wet," he noted. "You love it, don't you? Being used like this?"


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