Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
“Too good.” She barely managed to gasp the two words. Her voice was husky, almost hoarse. Her head thrashed on the mattress and she couldn’t still her body.
He laughed and knelt up between her legs, his fist around his cock. He looked starkly male, blatantly aroused, his eyes hooded and lust stamped deeply into the lines of his face. He pushed into her, giving her just the head, letting that broad, velvet tip stretch her.
“Draden.”
She just managed to gasp his name, and he surged forward without preamble, his thick cock driving through her tight muscles to bury himself deep. He didn’t stop. Didn’t give her time to think or give her body time to get used to the invasion. His hips were like pistons, wild and hard, driving into her over and over, so that every exquisitely brutal stroke jolted her body and sent her breath rushing from her lungs.
Flames streaked through her. Spread like wildfire. A spectacular fire with the flames shooting toward the sky in bright colors of red and orange. The sensations ran from her toes to her head, covering her breasts so that her nipples were burning every bit as bad as the tight muscles surrounding his cock. He was scorching hot, never stopping, his pace furious, perfect.
“Give me your legs.”
His arms slid under her thighs to lift them up, so he could spread her wider and lean into those hard strokes. She hastily broke the silk, leaving the ties around her ankle but severing them at the two posts. He leaned into her, using his strength, his cock sliding over her clit and deep into her sheath, hitting a sensitive spot that erupted into a heat that rushed through her like rocketing lava. Deep inside a coiling started. Tension winding. Tighter and tighter.
“Draden.” She whispered his name as a talisman, or tried to. It came out more of a groan, an entreaty.
That tension in her grew and grew until it was a little terrifying. Looking at his face only added to the erotic intensity. He looked like sex incarnate. His body was hard and hot, his hands strong on her, forcing her legs open. He controlled the movement entirely, which at that point was a good thing. She tried to grind down on him, but she was too far gone.
Desire was so strong it consumed her. Every nerve ending was on fire for him. She was aware of everything about him, wholly focused on him. Utterly. Completely. Every harsh breath he drew. The ripple of his ab muscles, the sheen of sweat on his skin. She watched as they came together and slid apart. He looked big, too big to fit, but still, he did. The fit was tight and scorching hot and the friction was increasing until she thought she was going to go insane or come apart in a million little fragments.
“I’m afraid.” She managed to squeak the warning. She was nearing the end of her endurance. The explosion was coming, and she was afraid it might rip her apart.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he reassured, his face a deeply carved, sensual mask of lust and love. “I’ll always have you.”
She teetered there. Right on the edge. He stroked again and again. Hard. Fast. Deep. And then she heard herself cry out, a long aching scream of sheer bliss. The waves were powerful and took her from her feet up, ripping through her body, the quakes roaring through her, so she was helpless under the onslaught.
Her tight channel clamped down around his shaft, strangling him, gripping hard and taking him with her, ripping the hot seed from his body so that his cock jerked explosively over and over. Long after he stopped, her body still rippled with life, sending shudders of pleasure through both of them.
He collapsed forward, forcing her to take his weight, driving air from her lungs so that it burned to try to breathe, but she didn’t try to move out from under him. She liked the way they felt, as if they’d burned so hot their skin had melted together. She felt his heart racing right along with her own, and she liked that he had to struggle to breathe the same way she did. She especially liked that they were still joined together. She wanted to think of them that way, always together. Draden and Shylah.
If they didn’t have a lot of time, she couldn’t say this hadn’t been the best, because it had. He’d given her gifts beyond measure and foremost was the love he’d showed her. She kept her arms around him even when he stirred as if he needed to move.
“Let’s just sleep like this.”
He kissed the junction between her shoulder and neck, leaving a lingering flame. “You wouldn’t wake up. I’d squish you.”
“I don’t care. I don’t want you to move.”