Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“You look so lovely, bound and waiting. I could eat you up.”
Oh please, yes.
“But first, you need to be punished for trying to run.” He heads to the foot of the bed and settles between my splayed legs. He kisses my shaking knees, clamping his hands on each one to hold me down. I couldn’t escape, even if I wanted to. Royal’s dark hair tickles the inside of my thighs as he licks up one and then the other, teasing the sensitive flesh. His tongue finds each of my stretch marks and traces them. A lick, a kiss, nothing but worship. My pussy throbs, ready for his mouth.
Hot breath hits the gusset of my panties. “You’re not to come, not until I tell you,” he says, and before I can even ask a question, or protest, his tongue is on me, licking over the panties. The thin fabric lets me feel everything, while dampening the sensation enough to keep me from coming. I arch my back, pushing myself into his mouth. I grab the ties securing me to the bed, hanging on as waves of ecstasy swamp me, stealing my breath. Royal runs his hands up my thighs, holding me open to him, holding me still for the lashing of his tongue. He’s pressing me forward, pushing me toward the edge.
Then he raises his head.
“No!” I was so close. I shut my eyes tight and bury the whine that wants to crawl up the back of my throat. I know he’ll show me no mercy, even if I complain.
This is my punishment.
I have to take it.
“Are you going to run away again?” His voice is a soft rumble that rolls right through me. I bite my lip.
“You’re not letting me come.” I can’t help how petulant I sound, and he chuckles.
“No. You don't come until I say so. You don’t run unless I tell you to. You belong here, to me. It’s fate.” He hooks the gusset to the side and lowers his mouth to my core again. My whole body lights up. No one manipulates my body this well. Not me. Not my ex. Only Royal.
My pleasure is spiraling out of control. My inner muscles clench on air, on nothing. I’m so close.
Right before I go over, he lifts his head, looking up at me from between my trembling thighs.
“Do not,” he warns me, and I swallow hard, trying to stop myself from tipping over the edge.
“Please,” I beg softly, trying to put all my apology in my voice for running, for even thinking that I could escape him.
He strokes the insides of my thighs, craning his neck to kiss the stretch marks on my soft belly. “You have much to learn, cara mia. And I am going to teach you.” Now he’s risen up to nuzzle at my breasts. “You are going to be my good girl. My wife. All this,” he palms my pussy, “belongs to me.”
My breath hitches. My eyes flutter.
“Look at me, Leah.”
I open my eyes wide, meeting his dark gaze.
“I will never allow you to doubt how beautiful you are. I will spend the rest of my life, every last waking hour, making sure you know that you are a gift to the world.”
His palm rocks against my folds, gently rubbing. Destroying all thought.
“You are perfect. And you are mine.”
I strain my bonds. I need more.
But he takes his hand away. He stands, his fingers going to the buttons of his shirt. I whimper as the white linen and sleek undershirt fall to the ground. His bare chest is muscled and magnificent. He thumbs open his trousers. His pants and boxer briefs hit the floor. I get a few precious seconds to ogle his perfect body before he’s climbing onto the bed, sliding between my legs to drape his heavy form over me.
He kisses me, intense and insistent, tongue demanding access, the faint, earthy taste of myself on his lips. The flavor has my cheeks heated and blushing. His cock is in his hand. He guides it to my sopping center, spreading me open with the head. He drives inside me, and I cry out. His expression is serene as he fucks me hard into the sheets, like he knew this is where’d we be, right now, down to the minute and second.
Like he knew I’d try to run.
And that he’d catch me.
“You think you can run from me? You think I’d just let you go? That's not the type of man I am.” He slams his hips into mine, filling me to the brim. “I'm the man who takes what he wants.” He grinds against me. “And I want to own you.”
Oh. My. God.
“You’re perfect for me. I found perfection, cara. I’m not giving it up.” His breath doesn’t even hitch as he speeds up his thrusts. “You're mine, you understand?”