Nocturnal Flame (Whispering Hollow #2) Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Whispering Hollow Series by Jordan Silver
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
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As much as I want this to be over and for him to realize the truth, I also dread his reaction when he finds out what’s been going on? Maybe he should’ve been told from the beginning, should’ve been given the choice of whether or not he wanted to take part in this otherworldly drama.

But it was too late for that now; we’d come too far, and there was no space for turning back. “Yes, give me your seed.” I wrapped my legs around him now that he’d pulled the sheet over us and pulled him in closer. I used my inner muscles to massage his cock along my pussy walls as he breathed harder and held me tighter.

Tears sprung to my eyes at the thought of losing this if he refused to accept. How will I ever go on if he leaves me? Am I destined to live my life as my aunt had? A life spent alone living on the memory of one hot, long-ago summer. Such bitter loneliness that would be, after knowing the feel of his touch, after being his woman.

NICK

All night I stayed inside her. At some point, the rain and the wind picked up outside, and there was a change in the air. I fucked her with the wind as if something inside it was guiding me, urging me on. I didn’t grow tired; my need for her never abated but instead grew stronger. I Jackhammered my cock into her sweet softness, trying to prove a point that no woman, especially one as tiny and delicate as she, could take my cock all night like she did.

The room was redolent with the sounds of our fucking. There was a scent of pussy in the air, like an aphrodisiac for the senses. I had her on her back with her legs spread wide, holding her open with my hands wrapped around her ankles, holding her in place for me to stroke deep.

I fucked her from behind, hitting her sweet spot each time while pressing down on her clit until her pussy exploded all over the sheets. And then I had her ride my cock until she was too tired to move, and I had to do all the work thrusting up inside her sore, swollen pussy. The more I had her, the more I wanted, and she took me in every time without complaint.

Even when she was too sore to take me, as soon as I turned to her, she’d open her legs and let me fuck her. Sometimes hard, sometimes slow, but always deep. I lost count of how many times I had her, spilled my seed inside her, but I know it shouldn’t be possible for a man to recover that quickly. Then again, I always knew in reality that she would be the one to take me there if we ever did get that far.

I have no recollection of anything after the last time I came inside her. I awakened the next morning alone in my bed with a wet spot beside me and the scent of pussy permeating my nose. I shot up in bed as bits and pieces of the night came back to me, stronger this time than ever before.

I held my head in my hands as the visions flashed before my eyes and struggled to separate truth from fiction. Looking back at the bed, I saw that the wet stain there was real, and leaning in close to get a whiff, to make sure I wasn’t seeing things or hadn’t sweated through the night for some unknown reason, I inhaled the scent of a woman and a man coming together.

The bed wreaked of it, and so did the room, for that matter. This was no one-time thing; whatever went on here went on for a very long time to evoke that scent, for it to be so strong. My dick was raw, but that’s nothing new; it’s been happening since I got here.

I remembered the cameras that I’d placed in her room and felt a renewed sense of vigor. Between the cameras in her room and mine and the ones I have at the entrances and in the hallways, I must have caught something to put an end to this. I got up from the bed and headed into the shower to get cleaned up before heading downstairs to face the day. It’s time to get to the bottom of this once and for all.

NICK

She was quiet again at breakfast, which I’m surprised she even showed up for. Now that I think about it, she’s been bedridden a lot since I got here, since a little after the funeral at least. I’d been so set on ignoring her existence that I hadn’t really paid too much attention to her or what she had going on. Looking at her now, some things seemed rather strange, and I noticed she was avoiding looking at me at all costs.


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