Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“And you’re not scared now?” He bends my knees and spreads me even wider, exposing my center to him as much as he can.
I gulp. “Not like I was before.” The truth is, I’m still scared, but it’s a different kind of fear now. I was scared of being hurt physically before. I was scared of being raped, beaten, and shared between men.
Now, I’m scared of being alone, being cheated on, lied to, and discarded like I don’t matter. I’m scared of not being enough, not measuring up to what he thinks I am or who he needs me to be.
Reaching into his pocket, my insides tighten when he pulls out the key to my cuffs and undoes them. As soon as my wrists are free, I lean forward, circling my arms around his neck. I cling to him like a monkey and tug him forward till our lips are almost touching.
“I want you.” I breathe against his lips, and lift my hips, trying to guide his tip into my channel. Julian’s gaze roams my face for a fraction of a second, and I worry if he’s going to pull away and end this, but then he’s on me, his lips pressing against mine. The kiss is punishing, teeth, and anger, and lust. A swirling cyclone of destruction waiting to happen.
I’m drowning in the kiss, mewling as his hands move over my skin, touching something inside of me that’s never been touched before. I need and want everything he is willing to give me. The things I’m feeling right now are terrifying. It’s like standing at a cliff’s edge, knowing the only thing you can do is jump.
By some grace, will he save me, or will he be my damnation?
I whimper when he pulls back, and escapes my hold, ducking underneath my arms.
“Don’t stop, please.” I sound as desperate as I feel, I’m sure.
Julian snickers as he drops to his stomach and tugs me forward, his face is so close to my lips that I can feel the hot breath against them. “Don’t plan on it. Not even if you beg.”
Leaning back into the pillow, I arch my back and lift my hips as he buries his face between my legs. His tongue moves expertly as he licks me from my ass all the way to my clit and back down again.
He’s barely started, and I feel my legs begin to shake, the pressure in my core building with each graze of his tongue.
“Fuck me, you taste so good. I want to live here and eat you until I die.” His words only encourage me, and I run my fingers through his dark hair, holding his head in place, loving the control he has over my body. His lips move slowly, nibbling and tasting every inch of my pussy, and when he hums in approval, the sound vibrates right through me.
Arousal coats the inside of my thighs, letting me know just how turned on I am. It’s like someone turned on a faucet down there. Caught up in the feeling of his tongue against my pussy, I sink deeper and deeper, my core tightening, a warmth zinging through it.
Sucking my clit between his lips, I crumble, free-falling into the abyss of pleasure. My legs shake, and I float away from my body for a second as my eyes drift closed.
Julian isn’t done with yet, though, and sinks two digits into my tight channel, pumping in and out at a vicious pace.
“Come for me, beautiful, come on my hand, coat my fingers, squeeze ’em, show me what my cock is missing.”
The way my body reacts to his touch is shocking, and as he coaxes another orgasm out of me, it feels like heaven and hell are colliding. My mouth pops open, and I thrash against the sheets, a coldness sweeping over me, making my nipples ache.
I need him in a way that I cannot even put into words.
Exploding, I bare down on his fingers, clenching, nearly pushing him out in the process. My breathing is erratic, and every touch is heightened. As he eases his fingers out of me, I open my eyes and look up at him.
It’s like two storm clouds hanging above my head. I can see the entire world in those two orbs, see how much I mean to him. The vulnerability within them rattles me to the core.
Pushing up onto his knees, he takes his cock into his hand, and I drag my eyes down at the motion. He’s so thick and long. Fear eats at part of my euphoric state, and even though I made this choice, I wonder for a second if I’ve made a mistake.
“If you’re worried about it fitting, I can promise you it will. You’re more than ready for me. I’ve prepared you, and now I’m going to steal the dangling cherry there, just as I stole you from your father.”