Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“Need you…” she murmured, the words barely discernable.
I bit out a soft curse and tried to ignore the way my cock stirred. She was so soft and helpless right now, sleepy and trusting and burning with need for me.
It’d been so long since I’d buried myself inside her and staked my claim over her delicate body. For weeks, all I’d cared about was her wellbeing, ensuring that she was whole and healed. Now, my own body was keenly aware of how long I’d denied myself the pleasure of fucking my pretty little butterfly.
But I couldn’t. Not when she was like this.
She whimpered and rocked her hips against me again, the sound almost pained.
“Are you aching again, farfallina?” I kissed her furrowed brow. “I’ll make it all better.”
I couldn’t leave her wanting, not when she was clearly desperate for release. I’d given her an orgasm this morning, but she’d been suffering for long weeks without me too. And now that she was fully recovered, her desires were keener than ever.
I pushed her dress up over her thighs, until the soft cotton pooled around her hips. I gently tugged her white lace panties down her long legs, revealing her wet cunt. Fuck, she was slick with need, her pussy swollen and ready for me.
I eased two fingers inside her and rubbed her g-spot, gritting my teeth against my own painful need. This was about her comfort, not slaking my own lust.
“No…”
I stilled immediately, my heart skipping a beat. She didn’t consent to this. I had to stop.
“Need you,” she slurred again, her lashes fluttering as though she was struggling to wake. “Inside me.”
She whimpered my name, and the pained, desperate sound broke me.
“All right, dolcezza,” I soothed her. “I’ll make you feel good. Anything for you.”
My cock was painfully hard when I freed it from the confines of my jeans. It jutted toward her wet pussy, and my need to claim her for the first time in weeks drove me close to madness.
She groaned and thrashed, wanton and desperate. My beautiful, helpless little butterfly needed me.
I shushed her gently and lined my cock up with her slick opening. “I’ll take care of you, Evelyn. You’re safe with me.”
She released a long, happy sigh as I eased into her tight pussy, stretching her in an agonizingly slow slide. Her velvet heat squeezed my dick, and I saw stars. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to be gentle when all of my most savage instincts were roaring at me to stake my claim over what was mine. Evelyn belonged to me, and I needed to brand her once again, to remind both of us that she belonged to me in every way.
She wriggled beneath me, so I grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“You don’t have to move,” I soothed her. “You don’t have to do anything except feel the pleasure of me filling you up. Relax, and let me in. I’ll give you what you need.”
She went limp on a low groan, her inner muscles relaxing around me. I sucked in a breath and harnessed my control, no longer tempted to the edge of orgasm. I would make this good for her. I’d never leave my sweet girl in any sort of discomfort, and the darkest part of me couldn’t deny that I liked having her completely at my mercy. I could do anything I wanted to her, and she would welcome it because she trusted me implicitly.
I thrust into her, claiming her in long strokes. Each time my cockhead dragged across her g-spot, she panted out little moans of pleasure. The soft sounds of uncontrolled ecstasy spurred me on, and I began to fuck her in earnest. I nipped at the shell of her ear, kissed my way down her neck, and bit into her shoulder, marking her in the way she liked. Evelyn loved being owned by me, and she would be reassured by my mark when we arrived in Naples.
She cried out at the flare of pain that accompanied my savage bite, and her core contracted. The tight grip of her sheath drove me to the edge, and pleasure gathered at the base of my spine. Keeping her wrists trapped with one hand, I reached between us with the other and tweaked her sensitive nipples.
She made a guttural sound of raw ecstasy, and her pussy milked my cock, stealing the last shreds of my control. I emptied myself inside her on a rough shout, driving deep to fill her up with my cum.
As I came down from the peak, lethargy sapped my muscles, and I collapsed beside her. She went limp against me, her body draped over mine. She no longer whimpered or writhed; her breaths were slow and even, her cheeks still flushed with pleasure.
I closed my eyes and followed her down into deep, blissful sleep.