Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
My heart pounds like a thousand hammers. Goose bumps erupt on my flesh. I throb from the inside out, and my pussy aches with emptiness.
Say my name, princess.
His words swirl around me, almost visible in their lusty roar. My nipples are going to burst through the fabric of my clothes. I’m hot. So damned hot.
He closes the already short gap between our lips. He’s so close now that if I let my tongue wander out of my mouth, I can trace his full lower lip. I inhale. Exhale. Inhale again.
“Say it, princess.”
Victor. Victor. Victor.
Over and over in my mind. Victor. Victor. Victor.
Stop. Must get information. Must remember why I’m here.
Victor. Victor. Victor.
I’m slave to my body. Slave to the man so close I could bite his lip, nick it, get another intoxicating drop of his blood.
I touch my tongue to his lip, and then my teeth. Suck it into my mouth. His strength pours into me, rejuvenates me.
Yes, I can do it now. I can remember why I’m here.
He pulls away. “I want you, princess. I need you. You’re mine.” He touches my cheek, making me burn hotter. “But you’ll get nothing more from me until you say my fucking name.”
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Victor. Victor. Victor.
God, I want him. Want his lips back on mine. His hands all over my shuddering naked body. His cock—that beautiful cock—inside me, filling me, taking away this empty ache.
Why is it so difficult for me to say his damned name?
He trails his fingers from my cheek to my neck and over the clothed tops of my breasts. I burn. Any moment now I’ll burst into fucking flames.
Victor…
It’s lodged in my throat.
Why?
Why am I resisting?
I want him every bit as much as he wants me. All it will take is one simple word.
Victor.
I wait. I wait for him to command me once more.
He doesn’t.
He simply stares into my eyes, his own searing and intense. Until finally—
“Hannah. Beautiful Hannah.”
I melt then. From words. Hannah Bates doesn’t melt from words, but things change. I slide into his body and bring my lips to within an inch of his. “Victor. God, Victor. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He clamps his lips onto mine and kisses me with what can only be angry lust. He doesn’t want to want this any more than I do.
But he can’t help himself. I can’t help myself.
We’re fated.
We’re mates.
It shouldn’t be, but it is. It fucking is.
In a flash, our clothes are in a heap on the floor, and he’s on top of me in the bed, thrusting. This is all fuck. Pure fuck. I’m still satiated with the blood I drained from him earlier, but never will I have enough of his body. He fills me completely, and as he pumps, his black bush tickles my clit. My nipples harden, scrape into his chest, the friction a luscious counterpart to his cock inside me.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Fuck, princess. Fuck. Can’t. Get. Enough.”
“Me neither,” I say, panting. “Never enough.” I touch his cheeks, his broad shoulders, his muscular upper arms.
“Can’t help it. Have to come. Have to come, princess. Damn!”
His roar rumbles through me, and I swear I feel it pulsating in my veins. His heartbeat is rapid, and his blood… I’m sated but I’ll always hunger for it. Not solely how it fills me but the humming vibration of it beneath his flesh as it roars through his veins. The sound of it—so like the Colorado rapids. The scent of it—pure spice, woods, and wolf. The lush feel of it on my tongue as it trickles down my throat.
And its flavor—its intoxicating dark and exotic flavor.
I scrape my teeth against his shoulder and take just a drop. One drop on my tongue, and then I pull him to me and kiss him. Let him taste his own blood once more.
He thrusts harder, harder, harder.
Until I’m soaring. Coming so hard and so fast my whole body seems to float outside itself. For a moment I see us from above—his perfect ass as he grinds against me. Arrows shoot through me, ping around inside, and land in my pussy as I contract around him.
He plunges into me and releases, and I swear I feel every single pulse of his cock.
We orgasm together, totally in sync, and when I finally begin to come down, I realize I’m gripping his back so hard I’ve drawn more blood.
I inhale.
My God. Pure animal lust laced with dark chocolate and wine.
“Princess,” he growls in my ear.
“Rogan,” I groan back.
Then, “Hannah.”
And as much as I want to resist, I can’t.
“Victor. Victor. Victor.”
He rolls off me, his arm over his forehead, his eyes closed. “What is happening to me?”
Does he expect an answer? I don’t have one, but I sure as hell have the same question. I’ve never responded to a man this way. I enjoy sex.