Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
It’s because they’re all possessive. That’s exactly why. Him grabbing my wrist and taking my virginity for his own. Now my virgin blood is smeared across his white collar. I wonder if he knows he did it or if he will get that small surprise later.
“Are you just going to stare or…” I trail off, not sure what to say. I’m laid out completely naked while he’s still covered everywhere.
“I’ll do as I like.” He gives my sex another smack. I moan, the sensation rippling through my whole body. “You’re not supposed to enjoy that, Angel.” I swear it feels like my clit is on fire. I grip the sides of the bench.
“Sorry, Father.” His jaw tightens, and I’m not sure If I’ve made him mad or pleased him. Either way, he starts to spank my sex again. I don’t know how many times he does it, but I go off. My back arches as the orgasm hits me. It stings between my thighs, but I love the sensation.
When I come down from my orgasm high, I open my eyes to see Bjornsson’s. His hand is cupping my mound.
“You’ve been running around the city with a needy pussy. It’s a miracle no one got to it. If they’d only known.” He licks his lips. “Now I’m not sure I can ever let you go. Too much temptation for others.”
He leans down over me. His mouth wraps around my nipple. Bjornsson swirls his tongue around it before he nips it. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying not to moan. He switches to my other breast, giving it the same attention.
I want to pull him down on top of me. Have my naked body pressed against him with his weight holding me down. I grip the side of the bench harder so that I don’t. As much as I want to, I’m also enjoying watching him play with my body.
“Does it hurt?” He pulls back. His fingers open the folds of my sex.
“It’s fine,” I breathe out.
“It’s red and swollen.” He pulls back more. No, he’s going to leave. Panic starts to rise in me. I press my lips together firmly so that I don’t beg him to stay. All the while he keeps on inspecting me. “I’ll make it better,” he says before his mouth descends onto me.
Bjornsson’s tongue goes for my clit. He still has me spread open with his fingers. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I’m not sure how much more I can take. My hips start to buck. How can I be about to come again? Bjornsson keeps his attention focused on my clit. When he gives it a small bite, that’s the last straw. I’m done for.
I cry out his name as the orgasm lights up my body. What is this man doing to me? My legs shake, black spots dancing in my eyes. Who knew an orgasm could be so good? I’m ruined. I’ve never been able to do that, and it’s my body.
“Stop!.” Bjornsson’s growled words pull me back to the moment. My orgasm is fading, but my whole body is still sensitive. My eyes fly open, and I start to sit up. Bjornsson is standing in front of me. If there is someone close, I can’t see them from this angle, and Bjornsson is blocking my line of sight.
He turns around a second later. Whoever it was didn’t say a word, but if I had to guess, I would say it was Lars. I scramble to put my clothes on and suddenly feel extremely vulnerable.
“Angel.” Bjornsson says my name softly. I glance over to him after I get my top back on. “No one saw you.” He’s treating me like a spooked animal that’s about to run. And that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.
“I know.” I finish dressing. “I should go.”
“You’re not leaving.” Now it’s me that’s getting growled at.
“I just want to go to my room. I’m tired.” Not really. What I am is freaking out. So many emotions are flooding me. It’s all so intense. I don’t know why fear is at the top of the list.
Bjornsson audibly swallows but steps aside to let me by. I can’t meet his eyes, but I do get one last look at the blood on his collar before I quickly make my departure out of the garden and then past Lars. I keep my head down. I’m sure I’m cherry red.
It’s not until my bedroom that I take a full breath. What is wrong with me? I wanted that. Hell, I need more, but when the desire was swept away by reality, fear took its place.
Not that Bjornsson would physically hurt me, but I know he can never be mine. Our time together would eventually end. And that could end me too.