Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“I will,” she said, matching her voice to his, “or you will?”
Could she see through him? Did she know how badly his insides were churning, like his guts were being ripped apart at the mere image of Rolf’s hands on her?
“You’re his now,” he said. He tried to keep his voice steady, but he was afraid his eyes were betraying him. He couldn’t look away from her lips, couldn’t stop thinking about making her his again. He wanted to erase the touch of Rolf from her skin. He wanted to take her until he was all she knew.
“And you’ll let him just take me?” she asked, her eyes slanting with lust, her lips parting slightly until he could see the pink of her tongue.
He closed his eyes and placed his hand on the door, opening it. “Please go inside.”
“Or what?” she murmured.
“Do you wish to find out?” he said, voice bordering on a growl.
“Yes,” she answered.
His eyes flew open, and he took her by the arms, spinning her around until she was inside. He slammed the door shut, then took her by the waist and pinned her up against it, pressing her into the hard wood. His lips went for her first, kissing her violently, until they found her neck, where he started to bite her from earlobe to collarbone.
“Erik,” she whispered, trying to push him off but not pushing hard enough. She leaned her head back against the door in defeat, giving him better access to her neck. He could feel her pulse pounding beneath his lips. “What if he catches us?”
He paused to kiss her, pressing her body harder against the door as his hands got lost in her hair.
“He won’t,” he said breathlessly. “Not tonight.”
“And tomorrow?”
“There is no tomorrow.”
With that, she was kissing him, her lips and tongue searching his, as if she’d find answers there. The blanket dropped away from her hands, and she grasped his hard, strong shoulders, pulling him closer. She raised her leg and wrapped it around his high ass, squeezing him.
He began stroking her sex with his hands, worried she was too worn and tired from the threesome earlier. However, she was dripping wet, and that worry soon melted away as his fingers melted into her.
She let out a throaty moan and raked her nails up and down his back, wanting more of him, fast. He didn’t waste any time in giving her what she wanted. He lifted his leather skirt, took his throbbing cock in his hands, and with an upwards thrust, pushed into her. She was so warm and wet, unlike anything he’d felt before.
She moaned again as he entered her, a sound that made his balls draw up, unable to take the pressure. He took in a steadying breath in a last attempt to control himself and closed his eyes, letting his tongue swirl around her raw nipples, burying his face in her ample chest.
“Take me harder,” she whispered into his ear, her teeth catching the lobe and delivering a burst of pain. He grunted in return, unable to warn her that if he did as she asked, he’d come far faster than he’d like.
It didn’t matter. Her bite became sharper, her hands pulling harder at his lean hips until he was pumping her faster and faster. The door rattled behind them with each and every thrust, and soon, Cherine’s head was banging against it too. From the way her muscles tensed and seized around him, from the small, delicious moans that came out of her lips, he knew she wasn’t in any pain.
Seconds later, he came hard too, so hard that he was certain they were going to break the door down. There would be no hiding what they had done from the guard and the baron next door, but he didn’t care. He was deep inside her, erasing every last trace of Rolf. It was his seed filling her up and trickling down her leg as he pulled out of her.
She nearly collapsed against the door, but he caught her. He carried her naked form over to the bed, much like how he did only twenty-four hours before, and lay her down in it. He pulled up the blankets over her, and she stared at him with a dizzying expression.
“Will you stay with me?” she asked.
He tugged down at his clothes, smoothing them out. “You know I can’t.”
He didn’t have the guts to tell her it was all he’d ever want. What was the use now that she was no longer his?
“I better leave,” he said hastily and turned for the door.
“Wait,” she called after him, sitting up in her bed. “Please, Erik, tell me I’m going to be all right. Tell me Rolf will treat me as well as you treat me. I need to hear it.”