Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
He hadn’t given me a reprieve, and I’d been grateful, begging for more. So much more.
I lay on my back now, my legs stretched out, my body deliciously naked, sore. I was sticky on my belly, and my face became warm as I remembered him rubbing his cum on my skin, growling and snapping, murmuring how he wanted his scent on every inch of my body.
I felt the remnants of our fucking between my thighs, a combination of my own arousal and the copious amounts of semen Kasias had given me.
I had no idea a man could orgasm so many times in one evening.
A small smile curved my lips and a flush stole over me, because I was the reason he’d been so unhinged.
My mating heat was still in full-force, but it wasn’t nearly as intense, not since Kasias filled me up so much last night. My breasts felt sensitive and heavy, my nipples rubbing against the sheet painfully. It was a reminder of all the erotic, wickedly delicious abuse he had given to them.
I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, not wanting to get out of bed, wanting to stay here for as long as I could and just let my mate have his way with me.
I forced myself out of bed, the wood beneath the soles of my feet chilled, immediately causing goose bumps to form along my arms and legs. There was a soft looking throw blanket draped over the edge of the bed, and I quickly grabbed it and pulled it around my naked form, but not before I’d seen the marks on my body, the little fingerprint-sized bruises covering my alabaster skin.
The scratches, bite marks... all the things that heated me up and made me remember over and over again that my mate was fierce and alpha. Reminding me that he was so very primal.
God, those marks made me feel loved and cared about, owned and possessed. They made me feel mated.
And I knew without seeing him yet that Kasias sported the same things. I knew his back would show stripes from my nails in all their passion-filled glory.
After using the bathroom, running my fingers through my sex-tangled hair, and washing my face, I used some toothpaste on my finger so I felt a semblance of being put together. I left the bathroom and padded barefoot out into the living room.
I hadn’t bothered washing off his semen from my belly or between my legs. Maybe I was sick, a sickness so good because I didn’t want it off me, not right now, not ever. I loved smelling like him… feeling him, even though he wasn’t here.
I loved having the feeling of what he’d done to me dried on my flesh like a tattoo, a branding. I loved the smell of him as it wrapped around me so strongly I felt dizzy from it.
And I knew without a shadow of a doubt that as soon as he smelled me, knew I hadn’t washed him off, he’d be pleased and take me all over again.
A wave of dizziness and pleasure moved through me, and I breathed out slowly as I continued to make my way out into the living room and kitchen. The clock on the wall showed it was still fairly early in the morning, the sun probably just barely having risen. I was tired, so tired, but in the best of ways.
I could smell coffee, and although I wasn’t fond of it normally, right now, I needed a jolt of caffeine. I made my way to the coffee machine, my pussy so sore that each step I took had the sensitive area pressing together and a twinge of discomfort filling me. But the pain felt incredible. It reminded me that I was no longer a virgin, that I’d found my mate.
After pouring myself a big mug, I went over to the fridge, grabbed some milk, found the sugar, and put a ridiculous amount of both into the coffee, watching as the pitch-black liquid swirled and turned a gorgeous creamy tan color.
I noticed there was a bowl of fruit on the counter, plastic wrap covering it. My heart did a little jump in my chest when I saw there was a little wildflower beside it as well as a note.
He picked it because of me.
He picked it for me.
The note beside the flower had one word scrawled on it, and although I’d never seen his handwriting, I knew the masculine scrawl was his.
Eat.
God, even looking at that one word he’d written turned me on.
I heard sounds outside the cabin and walked over to the large window, pushing the curtain aside and looking around. At first, I didn’t see anything, but then I saw him… saw him doing all the manly things I could think of.