Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
He pushed her clit hard with his tongue, exerting the perfect amount of pressure, and then she was falling, and fast, tumbling down to that place she’d been last night, the place without self-control. She collapsed back onto the pillows, her whole body starting to shake as the sensations built higher and higher and threatened to shuttle her over a cliff out into oblivion. His tongue swirled, and then he applied pressure, and then let go of her wrist. Her hand fell limply to the bed. His hands slid up and down her thighs and torso, strong fingers massaging, caressing. He looked up at her with intensity, rendering her a doe caught in headlights, stuck and paralyzed by the luminescent blue. It was heady, intense on so many levels. She shook her head and muttered a garbled string of incoherent cuss words, but then hit a peak.
As she hit that peak, he once again bit into her, this time, on her hip. She felt stinging for a split second and then it went numb and she felt a low hum inside her body and it transcended to need, desperation, but those emotions, they weren’t hers. It was like she could feel his need, that he needed this, needed what? Her blood? And something else. What was it? She furrowed her brows; the climax wasn’t over and weird sensations rolled through her body.
“Say it, baby,” he breathed and then resumed alternately sucking and probing while she was still mid-release, sensations about to crest but then rising again. He closed his eyes and looked like he was in ecstasy. It was almost like she could feel her blood entering his body, as if she was still connected to it. She felt the oddest urge, the desire to give him more. He pulled back, looked at her strangely and then he muttered, “Not too much.”
His brow furrowed and his fangs were still out. He licked the spot and then rose onto his knees. She quickly clamped her legs shut and pulled her knees up toward her chest. She tried to cover her naked chest with her arms, mortified.
For a moment he just stared at her, like he was trying to process something. Then a sexy smile spread over his face, “No, no, baby. Not done yet. You haven’t said it.” He pushed her knees apart and was quickly inside her. This time, he was slow, pushing deeply but being gentler. He caressed her face, his expression tender
She felt like she was going to come undone all over again, this quickly. It was so gentle, so deliberate, and she felt so full of him. He passionately kissed her, probing her mouth with his tongue, licking her tongue, her lips, his lips were powerful but so soft.
She tasted the metallic taste of her own blood in his mouth plus her own arousal underneath that but she didn’t pull away. He kissed her urgently, like she was a lifeline. She felt like goo beneath him, under a spell. She started whimpering into his mouth out of frustration over what was happening. This wasn’t anything like mindless, emotionless fucking; this, this was lovemaking. He plunged deep into her, gyrating his hips, rubbing his hands up and down her shoulders, holding her face as he kissed her, groaning softly.
He was mumbling something sweet-sounding about how good she felt and how sweet she tasted as he rubbed up and down. Kyla felt goose bumps erupting all over. It went on for what seemed like forever and that she was right at that edge --- dangling, on the precipice of another climax.
“Come again for me, firecracker. Scream my name,” he urged, tonguing her ear lobe and repeatedly ramming into her.
She shook her head, “No, fuck off. Get off. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”
He stopped and stared at her, still inside her, “Come on baby, let go.” he gyrated deeply. He was full of authority, “Kyla.”
She shook her head, choking back emotion, knowing full well that this was very different from last night. He had no right to do this, this way, to her. It felt like he was trying not only to do something to her but to get her to give him something, something she didn’t want to give. She couldn’t put the feelings into words but something was happening in her head, something she had to fight. He was playing some sort of mind game or something. She had to be fighting him trying to put her under some sort of control; that’s what this had to be.
He caressed her cheek and then started to pick up his rhythm, moving faster and deeper. He slid his thumb between their pelvises and started to stroke her clit, “Yessss...” He was so sexy, so seductive. Her nipples tingled.
“Nnooo.” It was rising in her again, bubbling up and ready to overflow at any second. She pushed it back. She tried to push him off but he caught both of her wrists and transferred them to one hand and held them over her head.