Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Her head fell back, and her hands curved over his shoulders as he went on to suck and suck and suck like Dracula holding a helpless Lucy in his arms. That Lucy also had a fiancé didn't escape her drugged mind, but as eerie as the comparison was, she couldn't seem to make herself care.
Khadem was just too good at assuaging the heat that was still burning deep within her body, and when she felt his fingers reaching for the back of her dress, Prue found herself actually moaning as she heard him unzip her, and she even ended up helpfully wriggling out of her dress until she was down to her underwear.
Khadem pulled back to take a look at Prue. "Straighten your back," he ordered. "I want to see your tits standing proud."
It was Prue's first time to hear someone say such a thing in her presence, but the vulgarity of it somehow made her want him more, and she once again found herself obeying his command like his personal slave.
Her body trembled as she straightened her back, and she could feel her breasts swelling even more until they seemed like they were about to burst from his confines.
Khadem reached for her tits, and he could only groan in pleasure when they were even softer, firmer, and plumper than he had imagined. "Have you ever seen bread being made?"
She had a hard time concentrating on his question, with the way he was playing with her breasts. "Um..."
"It requires lots of kneading to be perfect," Khadem said huskily, "and while your tits are perfect, I bet they'd feel a lot better if I knead them..."
When she realized he was comparing her breasts to bread of all things, her head jerked up, and it was then she saw the amusement in his gaze. He had been trying to make her laugh, and just a giggle bubbled past her lips, that was when he also started kneading her tits just like dough, and all Prue could do was moan and writhe.
I'm sorry, Klaus, but this feels too good!
Khadem's touch alternated between rough and tender, painful and gentle, and the fact that she couldn't quite guess what was next just made her tits ache more and more for his touch.
Her flesh felt more swollen than ever, and when he seemed content to just play with her breasts without doing anything else, Prue could no longer take it.
"Please, Khadem."
"What is it, my angel? What do you want?"
She wished she could tell him she was no angel. She never would be, after this night. But because her need superseded all her other thoughts, Prue could only concentrate on just one thing at that moment, and she soon found herself leaning towards him as she begged, "Please kiss my breasts."
His laugh was as sinful as it was beguiling, and it made her wonder yet again if this was the drug at work, and that was why she found everything he did and said so addictive. She wished there was a way for her to really know the truth, but until then—-
Aaaaaaah.
Khadem had unclipped the front clasp of her bra, and Prue whimpered as she watched the cotton cups fall to the side and her tits pop out to greet Khadem's hungry gaze. The whole thing felt so incredibly lewd, but before she could even feel ashamed about it, he was already doing as she had begged him to—-
He was taking her nipple into his mouth, and oh, oh, oh, the way he suckled on her nipple was heaven. It was excruciating and thrilling. Painful and sweet. That was what heaven felt like to her at this moment, and Prue couldn't stop herself from reaching for his head and clutching it to her chest as she pushed her nipple deeper into his mouth.
"More," she begged. "More, more, more."
And Khadem granted her plea, as he suckled endlessly on her nipple before moving on to her other breast. Prue thought he would only start suckling, but this time his fingers were busy tweaking her other nipple, and oh, oh, oh—-
The shock of having two sources of acute pleasure was enough to send her over the cliff, and Prue could only shudder and hold on to him as another orgasm wreaked havoc over her body.
Chapter Six
Prue's nipple made a popping sound as Khadem released her breast from his mouth, but lascivious as the sound was, Prue couldn't muster the energy to feel the slightest bit embarrassed. Now that she had come in his arms for the second time, and she had these precious moments of lucidity before the drug started its dreadful work again—-
Prue knew with absolute certainty after this that she had to break up with Klaus. He didn't deserve a girlfriend like her. Someone who had thought herself pure and good, only for temptations like this to reveal that she had the soul of a whore.