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)
Will he eventually drain me dry? Screw me to death?
As per the new usual, her body didn’t care what her mind had to say. She knew at this point she couldn’t make him stop but she wanted to not feel him, not feel this…this emotion. She begged her brain to tune out the feelings and sensations.
But maybe she’d get away tonight and it would be the last time she’d be with him. It felt like something pierced her heart. She felt her eyes well up with tears and a stabbing pain in her chest while a rawness flooded her stomach. Why did the idea of never seeing him or feeling him again suddenly cause pain like this, cause an aching gaping hole in her gut?
He was staring at her like she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, drinking from her with an appreciation in his eyes as if she was giving him a gift. He caressed her throughout the process, worshipping her body. Peacefulness or something like that was trying to overtake her emotions. It was bizarre, like a war raging in her brain.
“Please stop fighting. Ignore that nagging doubt, baby.”
She furrowed her brows.
He moved up to nuzzle her neck, “Every time I taste you, you taste even better. How is this possible? I keep thinking you can’t possibly taste any better, but then I taste you again and you do.”
Then it felt like she was going to explode, like fireworks, shattering like tiny countless splinters, then popping into a zillion specks of light raining into the night sky. It was like the spot he sucked was now full of the same nerves as what was directly between her legs. His teeth were transforming whatever they punctured into an erogenous zone.
Kyla was gasping for air, totally winded, feeling dizzy as she floated back to solid ground. He climbed up her body and slid inside of her.
“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned into her ear and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, his tongue probing and twirling around hers. Chocolate fudge brownies. The best chocolate fudge brownies ever.
Ever!
Then he pulled out, flipped her over onto her stomach and then yanked at her hips and pulled her rear end into the air. He drove deep inside of her from behind, running his hand from her hip upwards to her breasts and then landing on her throat. His fingertips skated back and forth along the puncture wounds as he pumped in and out. It was so deep, so full, Kyla felt like her eyes were rolling into the back of her head again. She was already so raw and sore down there, with their multiple times daily escapades, but this was sweet, sweet pain.
He put fingers back to her clit and twirled it around and around it. It felt like her clit was pulsing. She soon detonated into an almost painful orgasm and she heard herself cry out his name. His name just wanted to tumble off her tongue, to please him, and that was such a bizarre feeling. She bucked back against him, wanting to feel him deeper, despite the feeling of being on fire down there.
Brainwashed? Oh, who the fuck cares? My kitty is going to fall the fuck off! But this feels soooo good…
He let go of her throat and took her by the hips and drove in and out repeatedly. She was shuddering so hard she would’ve collapsed face first into the pillow if he’d let go, but he didn’t. He bit her on the side of her torso, and then bit her again on the shoulder, the shoulder blade. She bucked against him, enjoying every minute.
He kept biting and sucking all over her back and her arms and she jolted with the electricity of each puncture, and not in a bad way. He wasn’t draining for any length of time in any one spot; instead it was like he endeavored to taste her all over, like a starved man at a king’s buffet. He flipped her onto her back and grabbed her arm and bit her wrist. She felt blood dribble down her wrist and her eyes widened. Sensation rippled through her over and over again. How could this feel so good?
She whimpered, “Tristan, please don’t stop.”
He let out a growl and looked like King of the Castle hovering over her, holding her hips, and using his mouth all over her skin, “Never,” he said.
Every bite resulted in a moan of pleasure from her. She could see his face pretty clearly despite the dark. His eyes were blazing with lust, his fangs dripping with her blood and Kyla had never been so turned on in her life. He was like a wild man, a wild vampire…insatiable, but with lust, not rage.
It was incredible. It was like he was fucking her with his eyes, his teeth, and his cock. She was triply screwed, maybe even screwed quadruple when she took into account her brain because there was a total mind fuck happening here, too. He lifted her leg up to rest her heel on his shoulder as he pushed into her and reached over and pierced her calf with his teeth.