Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He cupped my breasts.
Pinched my nipples.
“I need your mouth.” Grabbing my neck, Hunter jerked me down so our lips smashed together. I squirmed in his hold, my elbows giving up as my hips shot upward, giving Nick even more leverage to pile-drive into me.
I couldn’t get air as Hunter stuck his tongue in my mouth, kissing me as savagely as Nick fucked me.
On and on.
Sandwiched between two males.
Their meal in every way.
My every gasp.
My every cry.
Over and over, they dragged me higher and higher into bliss I wouldn’t survive.
Bliss that would butcher me.
Bliss that would define me, ruin me, complete me.
I’d never felt like this before.
Never been so free, all while bound by ropes and men.
Never been so me, all while I had no idea who that was.
There was sex, and then there was this.
This riding, this rutting, this ritual of sadistic, masochistic pleasure where pain became the only thing I needed to fly.
Biting my bottom lip, Hunter yanked my mouth from his and sucked in a greedy breath. Holding my cheeks, he kept me aloft, his gaze scorching mine as Nick continued to fuck me so incredibly hard.
No rest.
No pause.
Just a never-ending thrust, thrust, thrust.
“Come for him,” Hunter commanded. “Let go and soar on all that need.”
His words knotted in my clit. His permission clotted in my stomach.
But...I couldn’t.
He wasn’t my owner in that moment.
Nicholas was.
He’d clawed out my heart and devoured it with his every rut. He’d slashed at my soul and left me in absolute tatters. My mind untethered from my body. I spiralled into darkness and carnality. Teeth bit me, pleasure tortured me, and every brutalised nerve-ending transformed into searing, slicing nightmares.
I fell into the whirlpool of it.
A never-ending chasm, falling into the deep, dark pleasure-pain. A brain-burning, synapsis-scalding euphoric submission that crippled me, consumed me, made it hard to breathe, and impossible to escape.
I was tight.
Thick.
Heavy.
Frantic.
Woefully enslaved to this deliciously dangerous paradise.
Oh God.
Oh God!
“Give her permission, Nick,” Hunter commanded. “She’s burning up.”
Nick’s fingers flexed on my hips. “Not yet.”
“Yes yet,” Hunter barked. “Her eyes are glazed, and she’s well and truly in subspace.”
I blinked and tried to laugh.
Subspace?
I didn’t know what that was, but I was here, not there.
I was in bed with two men, my body possessed by someone I thought I had a mere crush on, but it turned out...I was in love with him.
I’m...I’m in love with him.
It’s not a crush.
The moment I admitted that to myself: every stare, every feeling, every conversation we’d shared—every emotion that I’d done my best to protect myself from roared into being.
The black room rippled and shimmered. My vision went soft at the edges as a glimmer settled over my mind.
I love him.
And he must love me.
He’s claimed me.
Enchanted me.
I didn’t exist without him inside me.
He’s inside me.
Yes.
God, yes.
I moaned and gave over every last piece to the man who’d finally decided to adore me.
Every cell heightened into an eviscerating awareness. I didn’t just feel his hardness inside me, I felt his heat, his heartbeat, and his secrets.
I faded from everything into just one thing.
Just a vessel.
An element at the mercy of another.
Being granted pleasure beyond comprehension.
Pleasure that tore me in two and stitched me back together in entirely new ways.
I tightened and tingled. I flew and fell. I had no power to focus because all my focus was on him.
Us.
This.
Him inside me.
Him riding me.
Him forcing me higher and higher into a rainbow-raining sky. A merciless release ribboned around my heart and laced around my lungs, cracking my ribs, threatening to snap every bone.
Voices sounded far away, down a tunnel and deep beneath the cold blue sea.
I closed my eyes and drowned beneath the sensations of Nick claiming me.
Riding me.
Fucking me in a primitive dance of in and out, deep and dark, hard and deliriously consuming.
“Ella.” A voice that’d haunted me for months. A voice that’d been kind to me in my dreams only to be so harsh whenever I woke up. “Sweetheart?” Lips landed on my shoulder blades as the thrusts inside me slowed and seduced.
They braided with the sultry music still serenading us, scrambling my mind until I saw nothing but light and stars.
Sweetheart.
He called me sweetheart.
Just a silly pet name, but it made every part of me glow.
“Come, Ella. You have my permission to come.”
“She’s too far gone.” Another voice. “Give her to me. I’ll bring her back while you make her shatter.”
“You’re not fucking her while I’m inside her.”
“Just kick her legs out, will you?”
The thrusting stopped just long enough for something to yank my knees from beneath me, tossing me down onto my stomach.
My bound, throbbing hands were thrown upward all while my naked body plastered to equally bare skin.
My eyes flew open as the thickness penetrating me sank exquisitely deep again, grinding my hips against something just as heated and hard.