Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Sharp teeth punctured his perfectly formed lips as he followed my gaze to his tattoo and where our bodies kissed. His black gaze darkened even further, unable to hide his building lust.
The impenetrable mask he always wore slipped for a second as he studied me just as hard as I studied him.
This was more than a fight to make me climax. More than stolen slave and vengeful fighter. The way we stared braided us in something far deeper than sex. The way we found sanctuary in the other’s messy soul bound us far truer than any crude fucking.
My heart opened, drawbridge down, moat dry, banners fluttering for him to enter and claim it as his own. I no longer wanted to fight. I wanted to fall and fall and find something I never thought I’d find.
Something precious.
Something eternal.
Elder bent to kiss me, his thumb circling, fingers thrusting, my pussy tightening until I twitched with intensity. His lips barely grazed mine, then, as if remembering that this wasn’t supposed to be tender—that he was supposed to be proving a point and not falling in love, his mask refastened into place, and his touch turned harsh.
My breath caught as he forced my body higher. His fingers arched, gathering electricity, somehow managing to pinpoint and focus my heartbeat directly between my legs.
I tingled with a strange kind of heaviness.
I panted with an odd kind of frustration.
Dipping his thumb into my wetness, he pressed on my clit, and I lost any remaining decorum.
“Oh, God!” I threw my head back. My fingers scratching at his shoulders.
His smile was Hades itself. “That’s it, little mouse. Don’t fight it.”
My nickname tightened my muscles yet again. Mouse. Past blended with present. Innocence plaited with lust.
Up and up, I soared.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
I pulled him closer. Needing his heat. Needing him near.
Elder let me clutch him. His leg locked around mine, his fingers losing any hint of soft and driving into me with grim severity.
His cock wedged on my hip, throbbing beneath the material. “You have no idea how much I want to stick this inside you, Pim, but for your sake, I’m going to wait until you’re dripping fucking wet and coming down from an orgasm you’ve never felt before.” His nose skimmed mine. “Isn’t that fair of me? Nice of me?”
I nodded crazily.
So fair.
So nice.
More.
More.
More.
Grabbing my wrists with his free hand, he slammed them once again above my head. Pinned to the mattress by his hands, hips, legs, and erection, I was completely helpless, hopeless, and utterly at his discretion.
His sharp thrusts increased in ferocity, unashamedly bruising me with his desire to dry-hump himself into bliss.
I gulped as his throat worked hard, his hair falling over one eye as he pressed his forehead against my temple. “You’re going to fucking come, Pim. It’s all in your head.”
I clamped my lips together as a betraying moan built in my chest. Something new happened below.
I tightened and relaxed all at once.
I vibrated and tingled all at the same time.
My sex squeezed and clenched, searching, seeking for something more rewarding than just fingers.
“Feel that? Feel how your body is giving in?” Elder’s tongue traced the shell of my ear, his cock driving into my hipbone. “You’ve got me so fucking obsessed with you; I’m seconds from coming just from touching you.”
His thumb circled faster. “So come, Pim. Come so I can. Christ, I need to come.” His two fingers became three.
My torso soared off the bed.
Yes, that was what I needed.
Thickness and hardness and possession.
He knew that.
He read my needs better than I could describe them. I was in awe of how he made me react. Shell-shocked that I was capable of such euphoria.
The first band of an electrical pinnacle found me.
My mouth fell open as I strained for another.
Another.
Another.
“There you go, listen to your body.” He drove into me. Again and again. “Don’t think. Don’t fear. Just feel.” His breath turned into gusting swirls. “I want you so fucking much. I want my cock balls deep inside you. I want you to shatter on my fingers. I want your tongue in my mouth, and your pleas in my ears.”
His dirty tirade made more nerve endings zero into my core. The commanding bite of his voice drenched me in sexual thoughts, transforming his words into actions, imagining him on top of me, his hips pistoning into mine, his cock deep inside me. My mouth watered for his tongue, and I did something I never believed possible.
I threw myself head first into passion. “Please…please…”
His lips twitched with victory. “You’re ready to come for me? Ready to milk my fingers?” His face hovered over mine, his eyes black-shot and merciless.
My chin tilted on its own accord, desperate for a kiss.
The spindling anticipation in my womb thickened and twisted, ready to spiral into fireworks if only he gave me what I needed.