Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Kissing down her body, he went between her thighs. He looked down at her pussy, and then spread the lips open slightly to see her swollen clit. Alexander was unable to resist touching her, exploring her. She tasted so good and as he dipped down to tease across her entrance, the temptation to take her virginity, to lap it up, was strong, but he held himself back.
He didn’t want to scare her and even though his thirst for blood wasn’t strong, when it came to Layla, he wanted it all. He used his fingers and tongue, drawing her closer toward her peak, petering on the edge of orgasm.
With Layla being a virgin, he knew there was no way he would be able to stop the pain.
He drew out as much of her arousal as possible, but he knew she couldn’t handle much more, so he thrust her over the edge, hearing the sounds of her pleasured cries as they filled the room, echoing off the walls, and making his soul fucking soar.
This is why he was turned. Only he was destined for this woman.
Even before her orgasm was completed, he moved up between her thighs and slid the tip of his cock against her pussy. He nudged her clit, once, twice, and a third time, before he felt that control start to slip. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her, but he didn’t have any choice.
Moving his cock between her spread thighs, he stared into her eyes, and then slammed balls-deep inside her, tearing through the tender flesh of her hymen. The scream would stay with him forever. It was the first time he had caused pain that had hurt him. He knew he was no saint. He had spent multiple lifetimes hurting people, killing, but none of them had twisted his insides as much as the sound of Layla whimpering. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he hated himself for doing it.
Her nails sunk into his flesh and he saw the tears in her eyes. He had hurt her. He’d hurt his fucking reason for continuing. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed his face against her neck, breathing in her scent. Layla was his. All fucking his. He wasn’t letting her go.
Alexander didn’t know how he was going to make it up to her, to take something so precious and to hurt her as he did. Even as he thought he didn’t deserve her, he knew there was no other way to take a woman’s virginity. She was going to be in pain, regardless, but he didn’t like it. He hated himself.
“Forgive me,” he said.
Not once had he ever asked anyone for forgiveness. He’d not cared, but Layla was different. She was his soul. His everything. His shining light. She was his whole fucking world.
****
The pain was unexpected. Layla hadn’t anticipated feeling anything. She was meant to be some big all-powerful being and she couldn’t even handle a cock. That was pathetic. She was starting to think they had it all wrong. Then she heard him say those words. “Forgive me.”
What did she have to forgive him for? The pain took a few seconds, maybe even a few minutes, but eventually faded. The pain lessened and she was able to focus. It wasn’t quite so bad.
“I never wanted to hurt you,” Alexander said, pulling away from her.
“That’s why you want me to forgive you?”
“I … I’m sorry.”
He went to move away, but she wrapped her legs around his waist, as well as her arms. She tried not to let him go.
“Layla?”
“There is nothing to forgive. Sex is supposed to be painful for the woman, at least the first time. But the first time is now done, so no more pain. Just pleasure.” The tears had stopped, and she felt the hard length of his cock, like steel, inside her.
The truth was, she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to feel him fucking her. Layla hadn’t really been all that interested in sex. Not even with Lewis. Sure, she’d had a crush, but it hadn’t led to her thinking of sex, until she met Alexander. Then, sex had been on her brain, and she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.
She risked sliding her hands up to the back of his neck and staring into his eyes. She thrust her pelvis against him. “Is it wrong for me to want you … desperately?”
Alexander growled, it was a guttural sound, and she felt it was incredibly sexy. It made her nipples tighten and an answering pulse spread between her thighs.
“Oh, fuck,” he said.
“Yes, please.” It was what she wanted him to do.
He grabbed her hands and pressed them against the bed. This made her gasp as she saw the sudden change in him. The control he held over himself had slipped, just slightly. Alexander was still there, but now there was a man in need. A man who wanted to fuck, to take, and Layla was more than happy to be the recipient.