Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
He fucks me with his magic while he focuses on my clit with his tongue as if he has nowhere else to be. As if he can hold me in this position until the end of days. It’s sexy and no little amount of terrifying. So, of course, I promptly come all over his face.
Only then does he rise again, still holding me aloft with his power. He looks like a man possessed, his eyes downright feral and every muscle standing out in his body as he presses my thighs wide and shoves his cock into me again.
I might be out of my mind with pleasure, but that doesn’t stop me from raising my head so I can look down to where we’re joined. It’s so fucking sexy to see my body take him, his broad length spreading my pussy’s lips. It’s filthy and no small amount of obscene. I love it. “That feels so good.”
In response, he presses my thighs even wider until my hips ache. It allows me to take him deeper yet, and we both moan on the next thrust. “Never get enough of you,” he mutters. “Can’t get deep enough, can’t make you come enough times, can’t fill you up until you’re dripping with me. Barely finish inside you, and all I can think about is starting again.”
I couldn’t find the words to respond to that even if he wasn’t fucking my ability to speak right out of me. I feel the same way. I want to blame it on frenzy, but I’ve felt frenzy before with past partners. This is different. Even as he is pounding into me as if he wants to imprint himself on my pussy, there’s a level of caring that I don’t know how to define.
I orgasm again before I have to decide if this is what love feels like. It’s just as well. I might be able to recognize it when it comes to family, but I’ve never felt it romantically. Who’s to say this isn’t love?
Bowen pulls me to him, careful of my fresh tattoos, and kisses me as he comes deep inside me. He loves to have his mouth on mine as he’s pumping me full of him. Truth be told, I love it, too. It’s just another in a long list of intimacies that I enjoy experiencing with him.
He gently pulls out of me and we both look down to see evidence of our fucking dripping from my body. I shiver and Bowen kisses me again. Then his fingers are there, pressing back into me slowly. It takes me a second to understand what he’s doing.
He’s finger fucking his come back into me.
“Bowen.”
He brushes a kiss to one side of my mouth and then the other. “Do you want me to stop?”
My active spell ensures I can’t get pregnant. This is all for possessive show, not with any endgame in mind. The scary thing is that I’m not sure if it would matter even if I wasn’t protected. I kiss him harder and spread my thighs. “Don’t let a single drop go to waste.”
He groans against my lips and then he takes my mouth as if we both aren’t still shaking from coming so hard. As if we’re just starting fresh. He gathers up what little come has escaped and shoves it back into me, pressing his fingers deep, as if he can reach a point of no return. He moves down to lick my throat. “You drive me out of my mind, Evie. I don’t feel like myself. I know you want to go home, but it’s taking everything I am not to haul you off to some island and burn all your clothes. We could spend the rest of our lives just like this, with me worshiping your pretty pussy.”
I try to tell myself it’s just sex making him say these things, but I don’t believe it for a moment. Bowen never says things he doesn’t mean, and I highly doubt he’s starting now.
He wants to keep me.
And gods help me, but there’s a part of me that wants to be kept by him.
I kiss him to stop myself from begging him to do exactly that, to haul me off and take away my ability to leave him. He moves me down to the bed and presses me onto my back, all without removing his fingers from my pussy. “Have you had enough?”
“No. Never.” I reach down and grab his wrist, preventing him from withdrawing. “Don’t stop until we have to.”
Bowen meets my eyes, and I see the same fatalism currently sinking in my chest. This isn’t forever. As much as I want to be kept by him, I am no bird to be stuck in a cage. I value my freedom above all else. I might love being trapped for a period of time, but eventually I would grow to resent him. To hate him. And that I cannot let happen.