Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“I have no pleasure if you have none.”
I’m confused by his words.
“I-I thought—” His mouth takes mine, and I taste myself on him. Something about it seems naughty and wrong, but I only kiss him back harder, wanting to taste what he’s just done to me to somehow brand it into my memory.
My body jerks when I feel his cock brush against my clit.
“My king,” I gasp against his mouth.
“Know something.” He pulls back and looks down at me. “I’ll never only take pleasure from you. You will always cum more than I do. I love watching this porcelain skin you have turn pink under me, and I like knowing I can make you feel this way.” He leans down close so he’s a whisper away from me. “You saved this part of yourself for me and me alone. I will worship and cherish it just like I will every other part of you. That’s my duty to you as your king.”
His mouth comes back down on mine. His tongue pushes past my lips, and I find myself wrapping my arms around his neck. I slide my fingers into his hair as he drags himself across me. His cock hits me in the perfect spot, and I moan around our kiss.
“It’s happening again,” I say, pulling away from his mouth, and our eyes lock.
“Get used to it.” He leans back on his knees and pulls me partly into his lap. The movement makes me squeak and wiggle a little. “Be still, princess. I’m going to give you what you and I both need.”
I look down and see his thickness, and my core clenches. He’s larger than anything I’ve imagined. But it’s not like I have any experience with a naked man. The shaft is long, with veins running down the hard length. The head of it is wide, and I see a white pearl on the end. I watch as he takes it in his hand and then moves it to my opening. I feel the tip of him enter me, but he doesn’t push in any farther.
His other hand comes to my sweet spot, and he begins to stroke me. The pleasure builds, and I spread my legs as wide as they can go, wanting that feeling again. His eyes never leave mine as he watches me get closer to the edge.
“That’s it, princess. Cum for me, then I’m going to cum in you.”
I try to push down the desire for more of him inside me. He releases his shaft and brings his hand to my hip, holding me in place while he rubs my center. I have this overwhelming need to be filled by him, but my own pleasure approaches and takes over.
“You have no idea the power it takes for me to stop you from taking more of my cock. Princess, please. My control is splintering. Have mercy on me and cum for me. Now.”
The last word is snapped out, hard and dominating. Something about it sends me over, and I do as he commands. Once again, I find that feeling of bursting into a million pieces. Waves of bliss flow over me—I’ve never felt something so wonderful.
He growls out my name, and I feel his warm release inside me. My center contracts, trying to grab on to it. Grab on to him.
I melt into the bed as he spreads kisses all over me, up my neck and to my ear. “You’re mine now. I didn’t take your virginity, but I might have given you a baby. Our baby.”
“Hmm?” is all I can seem to say, because his words are lost in my fog of paradise.
“I hate to leave you so soon, but I must. I’m shocked no one heard us.”
He places a few more kisses on me and starts to pull away. I grab on to him, stopping him. Something in my brain clicks on, and I open my eyes to look at him.
“I can’t leave my sister. Please, can she—”
“Yes,” he says simply, giving me what I want before I’ve even finished asking for it.
“But my parents, they—”
He silences my words with a kiss. When he pulls back, the look he gives me melts my heart a little more. Or maybe it’s his coldness that’s starting to melt, allowing me to warm to him.
“I’ll stop at nothing until you get what you want. And I always get what I want.”
8
Roman
“Shhh. Don’t make a sound.”
Alena squeaks, and I put my hand over her mouth. It’s the next afternoon, and I’ve snuck over to her place, unable to keep my distance. Again. I came through a servants’ entrance in the back hall and spotted her walking toward the outside patio. I can see a group of women from here—she must be having a bridal shower.
I look around to make sure that no one has seen me, and I pull Alena back into the shadows, where there are curtains to shield us from view. She tenses in my arms, but after a second she softens against me. I stand there, holding her, with my hand over her mouth, waiting to see if anyone comes to check on her. I hear footsteps and bring my other hand around to her stomach, trailing it down to her skirt. I slip my hand into the waistband and into her panties.