Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 124446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
I put the food and water on the ground, and trail a hand over her leg. Her skin is soft. She watches me as I grip the hem of her shirt and drag it higher with the path of my fingers. I trail my fingertips over her thigh, ribs, and the side of her breast, exposing her slowly until she lies naked in front of me with shards of light falling diagonally over her pearly skin. The light catches one pink nipple that rises and falls with her breaths. The patch between her legs is in the dark.
Lightly, I slide my knuckles down the valley between her plump breasts. Despite the heat, her nipples harden. Her stomach flutters under my touch, and she gasps softly when I reach her sex. I keep the exploration light as I run the back of my fingers over her folds to where the curves of her ass press on the bench. Gently, I cup her pussy. She’s damp and warm, and I nearly groan as her slickness coats my palm.
She wants me.
Staring down at her face, I curl my middle finger and sink it into her heat. She’s tight. Perfect. Her lips part with a soft sigh, and her back arches. She’s showing me pleasure, but Ilya’s words harp at the back of my mind.
You didn’t give her a choice.
“You want this, Mina?” Her name is delicious, a soft sound on my tongue, a forbidden word I swore I wouldn’t utter again. But it’s a word made just for me. How can I not swallow it like honey?
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Why?”
“Do I need a reason?”
I give her a slow smile. “No.”
She whimpers when I withdraw my hand and leave a wet trail on her inner leg. I don’t need a reason for taking off my clothes, for getting hard for her, either. I take my time folding my pants and shirt, and placing everything neatly on the chair. I want to drag this out, but I already know I’m not going to last.
When I stop naked next to her, she swallows. There’s always this bit of nervousness in her eyes before I take her, as if every time is the first, every time new. I take a few moments to study her. The more I look, the more her unconventional beauty seeps under my skin. From the moment I noticed the femininity hidden under layers of baggy clothes, I wanted her. I wanted to see and feel every inch of her. Getting her naked once didn’t appease that desire. It only whetted my appetite. Her prettiness hits me harder each time I remove her clothes.
I trail my gaze over her short length. She’s so small and light, her body merely the narrow width of the bench. I could easily crush her with my bigger frame.
So breakable. So utterly at my mercy.
With no mattress to absorb my weight, I straddle the bench and pull her thighs over mine. In this position, I have the full advantage of the view, and I intend to make the most of it. I push her thighs wider and tilt my hips to find the right angle. When my cock nudges her entrance, she stiffens. I always hurt her a little. I can feel it from the way she tenses, but she doesn’t tell me to stop, and I can’t make myself.
I part her pussy lips with just the head of my cock, then pause, giving her time to adjust. Those delicate pink lips are like the petals of a flower. They stretch wide around me, straining to take it all. I sink in another inch while she breathes heavily through her nose and strains in the ropes binding her arms. Open like this, her clit is a pretty treasure for the taking. I press my thumb on the little nub, massaging lightly to help ease my way into her body.
Slowly, I work into her, pressing deeper when her inner muscles give until I’m fully lodged. It’s not easy to be patient. The urge to break loose and hammer into her is a powerful temptation, a painful need, but I focus on Mina’s body and what she can take until her tight grip on my cock relaxes marginally. Only then do I start moving.
She moans when I do, and the sound spurs me on. I clench my teeth with the strain of holding back as sweat beads over my forehead. The power she holds over me is frightening. As with the time before, and our night in Budapest, I’m about to lose myself in her, forgetting everything for the few blissful moments while we’re physically connected. It’s not something I’ve experienced before or something I pause to examine, because violent pleasure is overtaking every cell in my body.
With the speed the climax is building, I’m going to erupt soon. I double my assault, rolling her clit under my thumb. The effort earns me a loud whimper. I lean over and seal her lips with mine to muffle the sound, mimicking the pace of my cock with my tongue, taking her in every way I can.