Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
“Skirt off, princess, if you want to save it. Otherwise, it’s gone.”
His voice was husky. Needy. She loved his voice like that. A part of her wanted him to just tear her skirt off. It was thrilling to have him be so insane for her. She did her best to comply, dragging the material down her hips, taking her soaked panties with it, stepping out of it and kicking it away.
He lifted her easily with his big hands, stretching her legs around his hips. “Lock your ankles, princess.”
She was slick and hot and pressed tight against his hard shaft. She felt him pulsing against her, and she groaned, rocking her body against his. His mouth caught hers in a bruising kiss. There was nothing gentle about the way Master touched her. His hand on her breast was possessive, kneading and tugging. His mouth was hot and wild. Her back was up against the hard exterior of the house, so there was no give. Nowhere to go to escape.
His taste was nearly feral. His kisses driving her past insanity. She couldn’t think, only feel, only want more of him, her fingers sinking into his hair, her tongue tangling with his in a wild duel. She was desperate for him. Desperate. At the same time, his erection was a monster and more than intimidating. Frightening. She was never sure she could take him, especially when he was like this. Wild. Out of control.
He trailed kisses down her chin. Down her throat. The bristles on his jaw scraped over her tender skin, but that only added to the fire building in her body. Then his mouth was on her right breast, so hot and wild, pulling strongly. The line from her nipple, where he tugged and pinched with his teeth, created a lash of fire that went straight to her clit. She yanked at his head, pulling him closer to her. Wanting more. Needing it. She ground her slick entrance against his hot, pulsing shaft, all the while rocking her hips.
She found herself chanting his name, begging him to take her, and yet trepidation had already set in, and she found herself staring down at him, at the giant erection he had already begun to push into her body. The burning sensation alarmed her. The way he stretched the walls of her sheath in spite of how wet and welcoming she was.
“Master. You’re too big like this. It isn’t going to work. You aren’t going to fit.”
He dropped his head onto her shoulder, his teeth sinking into that spot between her shoulder and neck, biting down until she cried out and goose bumps broke out everywhere. A fresh flood of hot liquid poured around his shaft. He lapped at the stinging bite mark.
“You like that, don’t you, princess? And you like my big cock. Take a breath. You’re getting more. You’re going to take all of me.”
His eyes stared straight into hers, as if he’d fused them together with his piercing intensity. He looked at her as if she were his entire world. His everything. He looked at her as if he would die if he couldn’t have her.
“Look at you, baby. So fucking beautiful. You’re a miracle, and you don’t even know it.” He kissed his way back up her throat to her chin and then to the corner of her mouth. He didn’t let up on the pressure between her legs, slowly forcing his way through her folds.
Her body tightened against the invasion, wanting to fight him. His hands dropped to her hips, fingers digging in.
“You’ve got this, Ambrielle. You’ve taken me dozens of times now. It always burns at first. But it’s a good burn, remember. First that stretch and heat. Then the fire. We want to burn together, don’t we?”
He was temptation. He was sin. She would follow him straight to hell and walk beside him. She never wanted him to stop. It was that good. But it was that scary. It was always scary when he took her like this.
“Kiss me, Master. I can’t think when you kiss me.” It was the truth. Once he kissed her, she would be gone. Totally gone. He could do anything, and she would be under his spell so deep it would be just fine with her.
He always gave her what she wanted. His mouth took hers. Hot. Wild. He poured flames down her throat, sent them blazing over her skin and roaring through her veins. The inferno grew until it was a wildfire burning out of control. He never once stopped his steady invasion, pushing through her tight folds with relentless determination until he broke off kissing her.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He chanted it like a prayer. “You’re so damn tight. You’re killing me, woman. Strangling me. Nothing like you in the world.” He threw his head back as he sank into her. Burying himself until he was so far inside her, she felt like he’d crawled so deep she didn’t know how she could possibly get him out. The burning and stretching were beginning to give way to something else—something far more pleasurable.