Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
I cry out as he hits a spot deep inside of me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my nerves. He grunts in response, his forehead pressing against mine as he continues to pound into me, his fingers digging into my hips.
Our bodies move in perfect sync, a dance of pleasure and desire. The hay beneath us rustles and crunches with every thrust, adding to the raw, animalistic feeling of it all, like we’re just two animals rutting in heat.
“Kat,” he groans, his pace becoming erratic as he approaches his own release. My name sounds like a spell coming from his lips. “My sweet little witch, you feel so good.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to go faster, harder. I’m on the edge of another orgasm, the pleasure building and building until it’s almost unbearable.
“Would you like to come, my dear?” he whispers. “Would you like me to touch you where you’re most desperate for me, that slick little bud that’s just crying for release?”
I nod frantically, my body aching for it.
“Tell me, Kat,” he says. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me,” I gasp. “Please, Crane, I need it.”
He grins down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Anything for you,” he says.
He shifts his weight and takes one hand off my hip, moving it down between us until his fingers are rubbing circles around my clit. I cry out again, the sensation almost too much to bear. But he keeps going, his fingers working me faster and harder until I’m shaking with the force of my orgasm, my body clenching around him as I come.
He doesn’t stop moving though, even as I’m coming down from the high. He keeps thrusting into me, hitting that spot deep inside over and over again until he’s coming too, his body jerking against mine as he spills inside me. He lets out a deep, guttural moan, his forehead resting against mine as his body shudders with the force of his release.
We stay like that for a few moments, our breathing heavy and labored as we come down from the intensity of our pleasure. Then he pulls out of me, his seed spilling onto the hay as he does so, and collapses onto the hay beside me, pulling me close.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he murmurs, brushing my hair off my face. “Believe it or not, I was easing you into it. Into the way I like things. My sexual appetites have often been called…deviant.”
I let out a light laugh, feeling joyous and dazed. “That was easing me into things?”
“To be honest, I thought of putting a bit in your mouth and riding you like a horse. But perhaps that’s something for another day.”
My eyes widen. “You really are a deviant.”
He grins, a rare show of perfect white teeth. “There are worse things.” Then his expression turns grave. “I have specific tastes, and I know it’s not for everyone. The fact that you accept me, that you like it, that means something to me. It means a lot.” He runs a finger along my lips. “You have me under your spell, sweet witch. With every waking moment, I’m always coming back to you.”
“And Brom,” I say quietly.
He gives me a soft smile. “Yes. I think about him too. Perhaps as much as you do.” He pauses. “I know you feel caught between the two of us. I just want you to know that you don’t have to worry about me. I know I have you. You’ve proven that you’re mine. And if that means you’re his as well, then that’s something I’ll just have to deal with.”
Oh. What is he saying? “I thought you were the jealous type,” I tease.
“I am jealous,” he admits, his eyes darkening as he presses his thumb between my lips. “And I am possessive. But I respect the history you have with him. And I suppose I respect the history I have with him as well. Makes it a very complicated knot, doesn’t it?”
I swallow hard, anxiety rising in my throat. “I’m afraid,” I admit. “I’m afraid for him, and I’m afraid for me.”
“I know,” he says. “But I’ll protect you from him. And I’ll try and protect him from himself. I won’t give up until I figure this out, Kat. Brom, the horseman, the school, your mother. It’s all connected, just one big web and…” He trails off, concentrating on something.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he says, blinking hard for a moment. He leans in and leaves a soft kiss on my lips. “You’re safe with me, my little butterfly. Remember that.”
I let the words sink in and let out a peaceful sigh, nestling against him, wishing I could spend all day here. Forever here. Feeling the safety and strength of his strong arms, everything I’ve always craved.