Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Afraid of what?” I hold on to my control with an iron fist.
“Afraid of letting go…of feeling.”
I reach her in two long strides and twist her around so her front meets the wall, then hold her by the throat from behind. Her gasp of surprise slowly turns into a moan when my fingers close around the delicate flesh of her neck, the flesh that’s easily bruised, easily marked as mine.
“I’m not the one who’s afraid to let go, Rai,” I murmur against her ear. Then I bite down on it, my voice dropping. “You are.”
Her whimper of pleasure is the only incentive I need as I release her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders. Then I unbuckle my belt and push down my boxer briefs enough to free my aching dick.
I pull the toy out of her pussy and throw it away. She holds on to my hand that’s wrapped around her throat, not to remove it, but to treat it like an anchor for what’s about to come. I’ve become so attuned to the way she needs me. My wife is beautiful, strong, but she’s still vulnerable for me.
Only me.
Her head tilts to the side, allowing my hand to completely wrap around her neck. It’d be so easy to break her and watch as she shatters to pieces.
“I won’t hold back,” I whisper against the lobe of her ear, nibbling on the tender flesh.
“Were you ever holding back?”
“Oh, I was. You have no idea how much I was.”
“Now you w-won’t?” There’s a slight trembling in her voice. She’s scared, but that’s not the only feeling present.
My wife’s excitement shows through the widening of her eyes, the way she goes completely still against me.
“No.” My voice is hardly audible near her ear. “And you’ll take everything I give you. Every thrust, every orgasm, and every drop of my cum.”
Her shudder is the only reaction she shows as I slam inside her in one swift go. Her moan is loud, unrestrained, echoing in the small space around us.
Using my hand at her throat, I shove my index finger in her mouth. “Shh. They will hear.”
She bites down on my finger, hard. I suppress a wince as I smirk. I love it when she gives back as good as she takes, when she submits to me then decides she wants to show her feisty side.
“Y-you’re…you’re so big,” she says against my finger.
“And yet you take everything I give you like a good princess.” I power on deeper into her, letting her feel the extent of my madness and the surrealness of it all.
Rai slaps her other hand against the wall for balance, her head bowing. I use my grip on her throat and angle her face up so she’s staring up at me. “Look at me when I’m fucking you.”
Her twinkling eyes, although filled with undeniable desire, are also projecting something different—a challenge. She’s challenging me to give her my all.
I chuckle, the sound probably coming out manic. “If you keep looking at me with those eyes, you’re fucked, Rai.”
“You said you’d give your all,” she murmurs as if she doesn’t want to admit her deepest, darkest desire.
“Oh, you’ll get my all, all right. Don’t blame me if you bruise.”
My hand moves from her throat to grip her by the hair as I ram inside her with a power that takes my entire energy. All my blood rushes to the space between us.
She squeals, bucking off the wall, but I hold her against it with a harsh grip on her hip. Her moans mount and rise, and she has to place both hands over her mouth so the outside world doesn’t hear.
But she doesn’t break eye contact, not even when my thrusts go out of control.
I am going out of control.
I have no idea what she sees when she studies my face, but it’s one of the few times I show her my truest form, the one she stupidly wants to know. If she does, it’ll be game over for her.
But instead of the disgust I expected—hell, fear would’ve made sense too—Rai removes her hands from her mouth and seals her lips to mine.
She’s…kissing me.
Rai is kissing me when I’m ruthlessly using her body and showing her the monster I truly am, the monster who left her because she has enough monsters to deal with.
I bite her lower lip, a last-ditch effort to make her snap out of it, but she licks my upper lip in return.
Fuck. Fuck!
I kiss her back with an urgency that knocks the bloody breath out of my lungs. Who cares about oxygen when I’m breathing her in as my favorite type of drug?
This woman will cause both our downfalls.
Her lips part as her orgasm surfaces, but I don’t stop feasting on her, not even when she’s strangling my dick with her inner walls. I don’t stop devouring her parted lips either, nipping on the flesh, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth.