Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Her dark eyes claim me and her soft curves arouse every cell in my body. Her sultry voice would drive any sane man mad with desire to possess her, but I’ll never give anyone else the opportunity. Now that I’ve had her, she’s mine. And in this moment she’s tied her fate to me.
I lay her gently on the bed as another wave of pleasure hits her and I finally allow myself to fall over the edge with her. I cum so hard that I see stars in the corners of my eyes as pounding waves of pleasure beat on my back. There’s not a chance of me pulling out as I spread my seed into her young body. It’s primal and the base of all needs, but for a moment I let the animal in me take over and I rut into her like I’m trying to save our species.
I growl and grunt, and though I’m rough, her body opens for me and she welcomes my release.
When I’ve emptied the last drop inside of her, I pull her tightly into my arms and roll us over so that I don’t smother her with the weight of my body. I don’t pull out because I’m not ready to leave her warmth yet. I’ve waited too long to be where I am, and I’m not in a hurry to change it.
“My little sparrow,” I whisper as I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and place a soft kiss on her forehead.
I inhale her scent and close my eyes knowing that this moment has changed me, changed the both of us forever.
I’ve never needed material things the way other men do, and I’ve never craved company before her. Minnie has changed everything. She’s made me want to own her. I want her in my house, in my bed, and around my cock for the rest of my life. She’s my soul mate and I don’t just want her, I need her. She’s vital to my very survival, because I know if I ever lost her again, I wouldn’t live through it.
Chapter Eight
Minnie
I can hardly believe how well we flowed together. It was as if my body was made to be taken by him. It made perfect sense, this coming together. Everything pointed to this man being the other half of my soul. And the reason I’ve never been drawn to another man before. That I dream about him and only him.
Everything is madness and out of balance in this world. But inside his house, within his protection, it all seems to fall into place. When I’m in his arms, nothing else matters.
How can I leave here and let them force me to marry someone else? They called it an “arrangement,” but it’s just a pretty word for slavery. They want to force me into a marriage with the sole purpose of producing an army of little Regime loyalists with an acceptable genetic makeup.
There’s nobody the Regime could pair with me who would make me desire to give birth and raise children. But when Owen asked if he could thrust in deeper, all I could think about was him giving me a baby. Him getting me pregnant with our child. I wanted him to fill me up completely. To leave a part of himself deep inside me.
It’s dark outside, and I can feel in my bones that it’s late, but every time Owen reaches for me I melt into him. I open my legs along with my heart and he enters both so fully that I can hardly breathe.
His hold is tight, but his touch is gentle and when I climax, it’s so powerful that it makes me gasp. I’ve lost count of how many he’s given me, and I don’t even want to try now. Instead, I lie there as he gives me pleasure over and over.
“Little sparrow, I’ve wanted to do this with you since the moment I found you again. I wanted to take you down to the ground and devour every inch of your body.”
His words send a spike of pleasure through my spine and I wonder how much one woman can take in a night. I clench around him as he thrusts back in and it ignites a fire once again in my core.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he asks. “You’re destroying me.” He groans as he says it, pleasure washing over his face.
I grip him with my thighs, taking him as deep as he can go. His face is hard and looks almost pained. I knew he was holding back and trying to keep his control.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he says.
The look in his eyes tells me that he’ll pull out if I ask him to, but instead of giving him that answer, I tighten my legs around his waist and hold him tight inside me.