Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Her heart slammed into her ribcage, and she inhaled sharply. She knew that voice. Cain. His breath stirred the little hairs on her ear, making a delicate shudder run through her.
“You knew I’d come for you, didn’t you?” His hands slid down her outer thighs to snake beneath her dress. “And you knew what would happen when I did.” He dragged his fingertips up her inner thighs, digging them into her skin, dragging her dress upward as he did so. “You want this. Don’t you?”
Wynter reached back and slipped her hand between them. She cupped his dick and, finding it delightfully hard and thick, gave it a squeeze. “That answer your question?”
He growled and bit into her neck, ghosting his fingers over her panties. “I don’t know what it is about you … but I want to mark you the fuck up. Your skin. Your pussy. Your very soul.”
Pleasure swept over her being like a firm, warm, electrically charged hand. Her back arched, and she sucked in a breath. Jesus Christ. It was like being touched … everywhere.
Static danced over her skin and raised the hairs on her flesh as her body came alive. Her nipples throbbed, her muscles flexed, her nerve-endings turned hypersensitive, and her pussy clenched as if full … only she’d never been more acutely aware of how empty she was.
“Maybe I’ll feel less possessive after I’ve come deep inside you,” he said. “I guess we’ll soon see.”
She thrust her hips toward the fingers still doing featherlight brushes over her panties. “Cain.” A breath stuttered out of her as one hand snaked around her throat. Her lips tingled as his thumb swept over them. She bit the digit, and his cock pulsed against her palm.
“I’m not just going to fuck you, sweet witch. I’m going to ruin you. Corrupt you. Consume you.” His tongue traced the shell of her ear. “You’ll break. You’ll cry. You’ll feel like you’re mine.”
An electric wave of pleasure once more swept over her soul, snatching the breath from her lungs. Wynter’s head flew back. God, her skin was suddenly like one giant hot spot. She’d never felt so sensitive in her life. Ever. Her buzzing nerve-endings screamed to be touched, stroked, scratched—
Another surge of pleasure. And another. And another. And another.
She lost herself. Lost all awareness of everything around her, except for him; for the hand collaring her throat and anchoring her to the world.
She was … she was a mess. All she could think about was finding her release. Nothing else mattered. Nothing.
She trembled, she whimpered, she arched, she burned. Her mind, body, and soul were strung so tight it would take one pinch of her nipple. One. She’d explode like never before. But he didn’t give her that. He kept on delivering caress after caress to her soul—each one hot and electric.
She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t. It was unbearably, painfully intense. Too consuming, too devastating. An overload of sensation that just wouldn’t—
She broke. Exactly like he’d said she would.
Wynter thought she screamed, but she wasn’t sure. The pleasure hit her with the force of an avalanche and ripped her apart, making her vision darken around the edges. She was honestly surprised she didn’t pass out.
She leaned back against Cain, her legs trembling, her breaths sawing at her throat. Tears trailed down her face. Well, he’d told her she’d cry, hadn’t he?
That whole soul-gasm thing had more than primed her on a physical level, and she was rearing. To. Fuck. She squeezed his cock. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
“I don’t need one. Ancients can’t carry STDs. Nor can we procreate.” Cain licked up one tear with his tongue, and his inner creature memorized the taste. It liked her this way—soft, vulnerable, needy. He turned her to face him, drinking in the dazed look she wore, and gripped her jaw. “I want you to come for me again. This time, you’ll be stuffed full of cock when you do.”
He brought his mouth crashing down on hers and sank his tongue inside. Moaning, she thrust her hand into his hair while he tore open his fly and freed his throbbing dick.
He hoisted her up, constructed a wall of pure power behind her, and slammed her against it. She gasped as he effortlessly tore off her panties, clueless as to how strong he truly was. He inched the head of his cock inside her, stretching her open, gritting his teeth as her inner muscles rippled around him.
“You know what you’re going to do for me, don’t you?”
“What?” she whispered.
“Anything I want.” He slammed her down on his cock. “Everything I want.” He took two fistfuls of her ass. “Anytime I want.” Before she could protest, he sent out a little wave of power, letting it vibrate against her skin. “This won’t be the last time I have you, Wynter. Not even close.”