Necromancist (Seven Forbidden Arts #6) Read Online Charmaine Pauls

Categories Genre: BDSM, Crime, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Mafia, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Seven Forbidden Arts Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 129113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
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He lowered his head and planted a kiss on her spine. “I’m going to fuck you here.” He pressed on the rosebud pucker of her ass, stretching the tight ring of muscles just enough for the tip of his finger to slip inside.

She shivered. “Then what?”

This time, there was more than fear in her voice. There was also anticipation.

He tightened his grip on the belt and lifted his arm. The leather came down over her perfect, round ass, making a sharp slapping sound as the strap connected with her skin. Her backside lifted off the mattress as her scream filled the room. He didn’t give her time to pull in enough air for a second scream. His lashes fell over her ass and her thighs, meticulously timed and measured in strength. He continued to lash her until he found his rhythm and her screaming changed with something different than pain.

“Ivan! Please.” Her voice was hoarse. “No more.”

He cast the belt aside and removed his jeans. Kneeling between her legs, he did nothing but stroke her red ass cheeks and kiss each lash he’d delivered. The marks would be gone in a day or two. He didn’t hit her hard enough to bruise her body. She squirmed under him, jerking every time he licked over one of the welts. Saving the best treat for last, he dragged his tongue through her folds before playing lightly over her clit. The nub was swollen. He wasn’t going to make her wait for her release.

He sucked gently, then hard, alternating his caresses until her soft moaning turned to a needy whimper. He prolonged the pleasure by keeping her on the edge until he sensed her tears were no longer from emotional pain, but from frustration. Standing up on his knees, he gripped her hips and drove his cock so deep into her pussy that his groin slammed against her ass. She took everything he gave and met his thrusts to take more. He gave her more. He gave her all he had, pumping until his release was near. Not wanting to come yet, he pulled out and stroked her clit. Her arousal coated his fingers. It didn’t take her long to climax. He pushed a finger inside just to feel her inner walls clench around the digit. Her orgasm lasted a long time. He didn’t stop massaging her clit until her muscles relaxed around his finger.

Using her wetness, he coated her ass. Her whole body went rigid when she realized his intention.

“A promise is a promise,” he said, kissing a path up her spine.

He nipped the soft skin on the juncture between her neck and her shoulder while stretching her ass with his finger to prepare her. She pushed her stomach flat onto the pillows, but he already had a second finger inside.

Her breathing was harsh, and her chest moved rapidly. He slipped his free hand around her waist and between her legs to roll her clit between his thumb and forefinger. She seemed unable to decide if she wanted to escape or embrace his touch. She lifted her hips and then stilled before grinding herself on his hand. He used her movements to his advantage. Every time she lifted, he fucked her ass with his fingers, and when she dipped, he pinched her clit. They carried on like that until her thighs fell open and she rotated her hips with his rhythmic movements.

His cock was so hard it was painful. When he’d stretched her sufficiently, he grabbed the root of his shaft and dragged the head through her folds. After he’d lubricated it well with her arousal, he positioned himself and pushed in slowly. Red-hot pleasure coiled through his body. It had never been like this before. Part of the physical intensity came from the emotional satisfaction, knowing what they shared was sacred and theirs only. He’d never spanked another woman before, and no one but him had left the imprint of his hand on Alice’s pretty ass and pussy. A deep sense of peace dawned on him. He belonged. He felt whole.

Nothing could describe the feelings that surged through his body or his heart. There were no more words between them, only his grunting, strained from holding back, and her ecstatic little sounds of pleasure. Buried up to his balls, he stopped, pulled back, eased in gently, and then the fragile threads that held together his constraint snapped. He took her backside with hard, deep thrusts while working her clit with his fingers until her whole body contracted. She came with a soft cry, convulsions shaking her while her ass squeezed his dick to the point of pain. Two more shoves, and he found his release. He emptied his seed inside her with a primal cry and still it wasn’t enough. More. He wanted her more. He needed more. He didn’t stop thrusting until his dick was too limp to carry on. Not wanting to let go of the euphoric high he was riding, he cursed as his soft cock slipped from the warmth of her body.


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