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)
He grabs one tit, squeezes it, and he slides his other hand over my asshole.
“I bet it’s tight as heaven in there, princess,” he says.
I can’t think. No one’s ever taken me there, but if Rogan wants to do it right now, I’m going to let him.
He seems content to keep fucking me though, and I’m not sure he’s ever lasted this long. His balls slap against me as he continues to pound me hard, pound me fast.
I’ll be raw when this is over. Raw and sated and euphoric.
“This,” he says through clenched teeth. “This, Hannah. Is this what you want to be over? This?”
No. I don’t want this to be over. Does he expect me to answer? My breath is coming in rapid puffs. Talking isn’t possible.
He smacks one cheek of my ass, and then he withdraws and flips me over onto my stomach. He lifts my hips and then plunges into me once more.
“This will never be over, Hannah. This will never fucking be over.”
He leans down, his chest against my back. We’re both so slick with perspiration that he’s sliding against me as if we’re two sardines in a can. He nibbles at my ear as he continues to fuck me.
“This will never be over,” he says again, this time in a whisper. “Never. Do you hear me, Hannah? This will never fucking be over.”
He thrusts into me then, harder than before, if that’s even possible. He slides over me so that my hips lower onto the bed. He slows his thrusts slightly, going in deeply and then staying for a few seconds before he pulls out again.
“Every part of you. Every part of you feels perfect against me. I’ll never be without you, Hannah. This. Will. Never. End.”
Then with a groan, he finishes, thrusting into me so hard and exploding, and as he contracts inside me, fills me with his semen, something sizzles in my clit. I explode along with him as lightning flashes through me, and every cell of my body sparks with electric current. I’m on fire, a blazing inferno.
This is no normal climax. This isn’t even a normal Rogan climax.
This is something new.
Something magnificent.
And I know now.
I know this will never end.
Rogan pulls out after what seems like an eternity, but instead of snuggling toward me, pulling me into an embrace, he slaps my ass again.
“If you ever, and I mean ever, say anything about you and I being over, I will spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a month."
So it’s settled then.
“Victor,”—his given name comes so easily to my lips—“this will someday be over."
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Slap!
Rogan’s palm comes down on the cheek of my ass.
Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sting of his hand on my flesh doesn’t give me pain, doesn’t anger me.
It roars me to life.
If you ever, and I mean ever, say anything about you and I being over, I will spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a month.
Oh, yeah…
He wasn’t kidding.
This isn’t me. This isn’t Hannah Bates. Hannah Bates doesn’t let a man spank her. Hannah Bates doesn’t let any man punish her.
But oh my God… This isn’t punishment.
This is pleasure. Pure and unadulterated pleasure.
“Have you had enough yet, princess? Because I’m not sure you have.”
I grasp the comforter in both my hands, and I cringe. My head is buried in a pillow, but still I’m able to speak.
“No. Not enough.” I squeeze my eyes shut.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Now, princess?”
No. I will not let him win this round. “No,” I eke out.
Another slap, and then another.
“Your ass is beautiful, princess. Red as a fucking beet. I can do this all day. My hand will never get tired of meeting your soft flesh.”
“Not. Enough.” I say through clenched teeth.
He comes down on my ass once more.
And then another for good measure.
Until finally—
“Damn it, princess. Your stubbornness will be the end of you.” He moves off the bed, and the mattress shifts.
A moment later, something warm covers the cheeks of my ass.
He’s taking care of me. Taking care of the wound he inflicted with a warm washcloth.
“Why, princess? Why did you let me do that to you?”
Why indeed? He’s right about my stubbornness. The idea of him spanking me turned me on, so I gave him what was necessary to achieve it. In truth? I don’t want this to end. I feel things for Rogan I’ve never considered myself capable of feeling.
Is it love?
Not that I’d know. But I always considered love to be a soft and gentle thing. This thing with Rogan? It’s not soft or gentle. Sure, he takes care of me when he needs to. He’s being gentle now. But the intensity between us… It’s so far from what I ever considered love might be.
Does he love me? He claims I’m his mate. But does that even mean love? It’s an urge. An intense desire. But that’s not what love is. That’s chemistry, pure and simple.