Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
And something else. Something that reaches inside me and stirs up all my darkest, most devious impulses. It’s the darkness in her, I realize. The darkness that’s always been there, the only reason she’d be drawn to a man like me.
Behind her innocent blue eyes, it’s there, stirring to life at the knowledge of my control over her.
“Give me what I want, angel,” I whisper, still buried inside her. “And you’ll get what you need. You’ll cream all over my cock the way your body is dying to.”
I withdraw slightly before driving myself deeper, hard enough to make her wince. And to make her muscles tighten around me in response.
“No one,” I growl, punctuating it with a deep thrust. “Takes you.” Another, so hard I grit my teeth. “From me.”
“No one,” she squeals, barely audible because of the pressure on her throat.
“Again.”
“No one.”
I quicken my rhythm, the need to lose myself in her overtaking the need to hear her submission. Her pledge of loyalty.
“Never?”
“Never, oh god, Ren… never.”
Are those tears in her bulging eyes? Fuck, even they get me hot, compelling me to lean in and lick one from her cheek once it’s spilled over. My thrusts quicken, and my balls lift with the promise of release just around the corner. I own every part of her. Even her tears.
“You are mine… mine… mine.” Her head bobs, her body sliding up and down the smooth marble at her back. She’s tightening, clenching me, a high-pitched whine filling the air and finally breaking the instant she lets go.
There’s no fighting it once her pussy begins its greedy milking, drawing me deeper, muscles fluttering, and finally forcing me to fill her with every drop of my cum. The world spins around me, and a roaring noise fills my head, but it’s not as loud as the roar I let out, a roar of sheer exhilaration.
The triumph of claiming what’s mine.
She’s trembling against me by the time I return to my senses, my softening cock still inside her. I pull out and watch as precious drops of cum drip between us, mixed with the nectar she unleashed, and some instinct compels me to shove as much as I can back into her.
Scooping it up with my fingers, I bring it back to her entrance.
What would it be like, watching life grow inside her? A life I created?
“What are you doing?” Scarlet whines, her gaze lust-filled.
“Putting this back where it belongs,” I murmur, easing the two fingers into her tight channel. She’s slippery, making my entrance easy, and I move in and out of her slowly, forcing my seed back inside her.
I need her bound to me in every single way possible. Her father can’t prohibit our marriage or relationship if she’s pregnant.
“My angel.” I punctuate it with a soft kiss to the crown of her head, my heart swelling. Her entire body lights up once more.
“Ren… stop. You’re going to make me come again.”
All I can do is grin as I fuck her slowly with my fingers, watching her pretty face fill with pleasure.
“I think I like you better post-orgasm. Your eyes glitter with pleasure, your cunt dripping with desire. Any day you’re beautiful as can be, but when you’re like this, needy and writhing, you’re much more than beautiful.
You’re a masterpiece.”
“Oh god…” Her body trembles, and she holds me, her smooth nails sinking deep into my flesh. Fuck, it hurts so good.
Her muscles tighten, her nose wrinkles, and her lips part on a silent scream.
“You’re so pretty when you come.” I can tell the moment she hits her peak. Her pretty toes curl, and her pussy flutters around my fingers.
“Mine,” I growl, the sound louder than intended.
She’s all I need to bring me back to solid ground, to remind me of what’s at stake now. My entire life, my future, my reason for living.
As soon as she’s done falling apart, I take her into my arms, her body sagging against mine. It’s all on the other side of what comes after we get rid of New Haven. What I need to do. Must do.
It’s still on my mind by the time we’re in bed, skin touching skin.
As usual, she is the little spoon, curled up against me and resting in my arms, even with all the extra space in this big bed. Her damp hair is close to my nose, and I revel in the fragrance.
I can’t wait until nothing is standing in the way of fully immersing myself in her. In what she makes me feel. Once this is all behind us, I’ll marry her, and we can get started on the life she deserves.
“We’ll head out to New Haven before dawn,” I whisper before she can fall asleep. “I’m going to need you to fight with me. I can’t do this without you.”