Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“You want me to loosen my grip, baby?'' I ask her running my nose up her neck. She shakes her head no, and I see the darkness from me, poisoning her as she becomes my mirror. “Are you sure you want to be imprisoned by me, Jewel? You will be my caged bird, your wings clipped, only allowed to move when I grant it. I will never give anyone the chance to take you from me, my treasure. NEVER!'' I growl out as my cock leads me into savagery. Over and over I take her, bite, kiss her, suck her...choke her. Feeling her pulse underneath my hand, gives me peace. “Do you want to be jailed by me, baby? I will be your warden. Your bodyguard. Your sovereign. Do you want to be let free?'' I grunt, as I kill both of us, spearing her and ribbing me.
“No, Dario. Don’t release me. I want to be ensconced in your walls. Don’t let go.” she huffs out as she continues to try to buck against me.
“You don’t ever have to worry about that, little Jewel. I will never let you go. Anyone who tries to take you from me, will be engulfed in flames.'' I release the latch on her cuffs and kiss her wrists before she wraps them around my neck. My ire cooling down, allows me to slow down for the finale. “Let’s finish together, sweet girl.” I slide in and out of her, slowly allowing her walls to feel every movement. She moans and arches her back as her orgasm builds. With her hair matted to her face, she has never looked more beautiful. We meet in the middle for our mouths to be with one another and something about this moment resonates in such a way that I can roll the day off my back and release in a space where only she and I exist.
“Dario, Sir, please. I need to come. It’s too much. I need to let go.” she begs which feeds me. My thumb finds her clit and I allow her to fly.
“Come.” I roar as I shoot my jizz inside of her. She shakes like convulsions as she sucks up my release and holds me tighter to her, smashing my body into hers. I wonder if she knows what she is doing. What it says about what she needs. She is fucking perfect for me. “Let’s sleep baby. Let’s dream. No nightmares tonight.” not as long as she is in my arms.
6
Jewel
Holy crap! My hands surf my body taking note of all the places it hurts. After the initial ‘claiming’ as Dario calls it, we slept for a while. Then some time into the night or early morning, he rolled over and took me again. This cycle continued into the night, in various positions. The thing is, as much as it hurt, there was never a question of ‘if’ I would open for him. My body knows its commander already and is ready whenever he beckons. To be honest, the sting and burn of it, is like a lifeline. It’s real. Tangible. Something to hold on to. There isn’t a single place I think that he didn’t bite, suck or fuck. Even the part of me I never thought I would enjoy. He proved me wrong.
Looking at his empty pillow, I feel a bit bereft, unsure how to feel. Should I feel shame? Indifference? Sadness? I guess it would help if I knew what this is. Finally acknowledging my need to go to the restroom and to eat, I get out of bed and throw on his shirt from last night and go to the restroom. As I am washing my hands I look in the mirror and squint. I can’t put my finger on it, but something is different. Shrugging, I pull my hair up into a pile on top of my head and walk downstairs. “Good morning.” I start at the voice of a person...a beautiful woman I don’t recognize sitting at the counter. My stomach begins to cramp as the implication of who she could possibly be begins to fall upon me. Oh God. Did I just sleep with another woman's husband? “Are you going to eat?” she asks, patting the seat next to her. I find my feet are like cement at this moment, but I move to the chair a bit farther away. “You must be Jewel.” she asks, once again startling me.
“Yes. I am.” my voice tentative and bleak. My feet are facing outward, prepared to move from the table and run out of here if it turns out I have crossed a line. I mean who the hell am I anyway, walking into this kitchen like it belongs to me, wearing the shirt of a man I just met. Awkwardly, I sit in the chair trying not to stare at her, but it is difficult. She is gorgeous, but her body is covered in bruises and I see her arm is wrapped and the way she is holding her side, I think her ribs are hurt. Who did this to her?