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)
“Master, it burns.” It did. So much. Sizzled. Burned. Took her breath. Took away every thought in her head so she could not remember anything, couldn’t think about anything but this man and what he was doing to her. To her body. It hurt like hell. “No. Stop. It really burns.”
“In a good way,” he countered, his voice that nearly hoarse enticement. His eyes jumped up to meet hers, blazing with lust. With possession.
She shook her head. “Wait. You have to wait.”
He suddenly stopped, his eyes meeting hers in shock. His cock burned, scorching hot, the broad head barely lodged in her, but pressing, pushing against the tight silken muscles and barrier. “What the fuck? Do you think you might have told me?”
“Just give me a minute to breathe. You’re huge.” He couldn’t stop. She didn’t want him to stop. He had to keep moving, she just needed him to keep her fully engaged. She felt desperate.
Master leaned into her, his cock pressing just a little deeper, stealing her breath, as he touched his lips to hers. His breath was warm. Minty. “You’re so brave. I’ve never met a woman like you. So damned brave.” His lips feathered kisses down her chin. He nipped gently. “You positive you want this, princess? I do this, there’s no taking it back. I’m not exactly a gentle man.”
He was being gentle though. Ambrielle was afraid he was stealing her soul. Her heart did a strange fluttering in her chest as he nipped her chin and kissed his way down her throat, rocking his hips against her.
“I’m sure, Kir, absolutely certain. No doubts. I want to be your wife in every single way. You said you wanted me to have a choice. My choice is you.” She used his real name, wanting him to know she meant what she said.
His gaze flicked up to hers, and her breath caught in her throat at what she saw there. Stark possession mixed with a strange tenderness. Raw passion. Dark, carnal lust. Her body reacted with hot, pulsing desire.
“Burn for me, Ambrielle.” One hand cupped her breast, squeezing and kneading, and then his thumb and fingers were rolling her nipple and pinching down relentlessly, sending a wicked lightning strike straight to her clit. Another flood of wet heat surrounded his monstrous cock, and he mercilessly pushed another inch deeper, tearing through the thin barrier and straining the walls of her sheath until she thought she would be torn apart.
She couldn’t help the cry of pain, although she tried to muffle it with her knuckles. It did hurt. God, it hurt. But it didn’t stop her from wanting him. She was burning for him. She was stuffed so full she was afraid he would tear her apart, yet she wanted more. She needed more of him. She rocked her hips in an effort to take him deeper, although it didn’t seem possible. His hands went back to her thighs, forcing them apart even more. Stretching her legs wider.
“Relax now, baby. That’s it. Look at you taking me.”
His gaze was once more fixed on their joining, and Ambrie couldn’t help staring down at their bodies. The way he held her helpless and wide open for his invasion, his cock halfway swallowed by her so-much-smaller body, was somehow sexy as hell. That brought another fresh onslaught of hot liquid, allowing another inch to push through her tight folds.
“Fucking tight, baby, and scorching hot. It does burn, doesn’t it? I’m going balls deep now, Ambrie. I’ll go slow, but you’re taking every fucking inch of me, you understand? All of me.” He began a steady pressure, a relentless, merciless drive that refused to stop pressing forward, determined to bury himself in her reluctant folds, no matter that her body was too tight.
Ambrie wanted him in her. All of him. But he didn’t fit. He wouldn’t fit. She caught at his shoulders, burying her fingernails deep. “There’s too much of you.”
“You were born to take my cock, woman.”
She was. She wanted it. Him. All of him. “Slow down and let me get used to it. I mean it, Master. I want this. But I have to be able to adjust to your size.” Now her nails were scratching down his back, then leaving a trail on either side of his ribs.
He laughed softly and stopped moving again. “Get with it, princess. I don’t like slow.”
His cock, feeling the size of a log, was like the hottest steel poker filling every inch of her, pushing at soft tissue and igniting inflamed nerves, setting off a wildfire she couldn’t seem to gain control of. She rocked her hips again and again, riding him, unable to stop the little moans and keening noises that insisted on escaping as her body thankfully relaxed more. That accommodated another thick inch.