Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 131708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
In hindsight, she shouldn’t have gotten all demanding. Whenever she tried to rush him, he only made her wait longer. So it was no surprise that he lowered his face to hers inch by slow inch.
Finally, their mouths touched. It was a mere brush of lips. Featherlight. Barely-there. And yet, her nerve-endings sprang to attention.
He sipped from her mouth once, twice. Then he took it. Took it with a hungry, bruising, unrestrained kiss that made every part of her ache.
Releasing his tee, she slid her hands up to grip his shoulders. The kiss went on and on, interspersed with nips and scrapes of his teeth. All she felt in that moment—the heat, the connection, the chemical bliss—strangely calmed her mind. Her body, on the other hand? Oh, it was a hot mess as sexual sparks arced between them.
She leaned into him, seeking more. He kissed her harder. Deeper. Hungrier. Dragged her right under his spell, like always.
Viper pulled his lips free, his pupils blown, his face cold. “I’m gonna fuck every other man from your mind,” he said, his voice thick with a need that made her skin pebble. A finger tapped her temple. “I’ll be the only one up here. And you’ll never get me out.”
Ella felt a little shiver take her. And then his mouth was back on hers, his tongue was sliding against her own, his hands were in her hair … and up in flames she went.
She impatiently yanked and pulled at his clothes, shedding them piece by piece, scattering them all over the bedroom floor.
Hands snatched her hips and lifted her, plopping her down on his dresser. His mouth dipped to her neck, licking and nipping and suckling. Covetous hands stroked over her skin, a hint of reverence in his touch as well as the distinct stamp of ownership.
She palmed his head, letting tufts of his hair sift through her fingers as she closed her eyes. Ella officially lost herself in the moment, in the sensations, in the excitement winding through her. At this point, her core hurt with need and—
He raised his head, slamming a carnal gaze on hers. And shoved a finger inside her. Her gasp got lost beneath the growl that rumbled out of him.
“So slick and ready,” he roughly whispered.
“Exactly, so can we cut the foreplay short?”
“It’s like you read my mind.”
Ordinarily, Viper would have spent more time gorging and savoring. But right now, knowing he was about to feed from her, he was too wound up to hold out. His cock was harder than it had ever been.
He withdrew his finger, snapped his hands around her thighs, and hauled her closer. “I want to take you bare, Ella,” he said, the edge of a growl in his voice as he lodged the head of his dick inside her. “You still good with that?”
They’d discussed it only yesterday, agreeing it was time to scrap the condoms. She was on birth control, and both their kinds were immune to STDs.
She nodded, curling her legs tight around his hips. “Yes.”
Thank fuck. Urged on by his entity, he rammed his hips forward, driving his cock deep. Her inner walls gripped him tight, making his teeth grind.
“Mine, Ella. You’re mine and only mine.” Digging his fingertips into her thighs, he fucked her hard.
She slapped her hands down on the dresser and elevated her hips slightly, allowing him to slam even deeper. “And you’re mine.”
Those words gripped his balls and squeezed. “Only ever yours.”
It was true. No one had ever owned him until her. None had ever marked him.
So long he’d wandered the Earth at the bidding of his superiors, never really being seen. People had interacted with him, yes, but they’d forgotten him afterwards—he’d used his power to ensure it. It hadn’t worked on her. Even her soul itself had retained those memories.
Until they’d been scrubbed away—he’d ‘watched’ it happen when raiding one of the Seven’s memories.
Recalling that, recalling how she’d been taken from him, he couldn’t help but up his pace. He fiercely powered into her, drinking in the gasp that crawled up her throat.
Speaking of her throat …
Viper dipped his head and scraped his teeth over her pulse there. She tilted her neck in offering. “You’re gonna have to ask for it, Ella,” he said, a note of challenge in his words. “I need to know you’re still with me.”
“I’m with you. Take what you need.”
He growled. “I’ve fucking ached for this.”
There was a flash of pain as he sank his teeth deep, but then a liquid heat fired through Ella’s body and dialed up her need. As if someone had injected her with a goddamn aphrodisiac. Oh, hell.
Viper groaned, grabbing a fistful of her curls. He tugged hard on her hair as he drank, every pull of his mouth making her core clench.