Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Lost in the storm of his desire and the taste of his blood, I wrap my arms around his neck and barely notice him shredding off his own clothing and fitting himself between my legs.
But nothing, not his passion nor the taste of his blood, can stop me from noticing him nudging at my entrance.
Yanking my mouth away from his, I peer down between us and see the crown of his cock pushing into me.
Grabbing me by the hair, he pulls my mouth back up to his.
Kissing me hard, he sucks and nips on my lips as he thrusts his hips forward slowly, burying himself deep.
I gasp between his rough kisses as he stretches me open with his thickness.
When he can go no farther, he stops and stares into my eyes. Giving me time to adjust to the fullness.
Giving me time to feel what he feels.
Completion.
After centuries of waiting, waiting for me and only me, he’s finally whole.
“You are and will always be everything to me, Alena,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “No matter what happens, never forget that.”
Once he sees the understanding in my eyes, the acceptance of the weight he’s laid upon my shoulders, he begins to kiss me again and gently rocks his hips.
With the taste of honey on my tongue and the gentle pleasure slowly building in my core, I give myself fully to him.
Finding just as much joy in this moment.
Or maybe it’s only his joy…
But whatever is his is mine, too.
From this moment forward.
There will be no barriers between us.
We will be one, in all ways.
It should terrify me.
But after all the shit I’ve been through. After all the years of misery, to finally be cared for again is something I never thought I’d have.
And I can’t run away from it.
I have to run towards it with open arms.
Otherwise, what’s the point of existing?
“I love you,” he grunts, his hips beginning to rock faster. “I’ve loved you before I even met you.”
The headboard begins to crack rhythmically against the wall as he moves against me. “And you never have to love me back.”
Releasing his grip on my hair, he places his hands on either side of my head. “Just stay with me. Bear me. Suffer me.”
He thrusts forward hard and grinds into my clit. “And I promise I’ll fill your nights with joys. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”
My eyes begin to roll into the back of my head as he pumps into me faster and faster. Driven by his own desire.
But the bed creaks and groans beneath us in protest.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m going to break this piece of shit.”
I hear fabric tearing close to my ears and then suddenly I’m levitating.
And not metaphorically.
Somehow he lifts us both into the air and flips my world upside down.
Closing and opening my eyes to make sure I’m not hallucinating, I see him still above me but the room is now below him.
Turning my head, I look to the side and notice the blanket that was beneath us on the bed is under me.
But we’re somehow pressed against the concrete ceiling.
“Much better,” Raphael groans in satisfaction and pumps in and out of me harder.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I dig my nails into his shoulders and hold on for dear life.
The way I’ve positioned myself, though, has given him the ability to drive into me even deeper.
Causing each stroke of his cock to rub against a spot that’s even more sensitive than my clit.
The pleasure and pressure building inside me increases, causing me to thrash my head back and forth.
It’s almost too intense.
Almost.
“Raphael…” I whine, but I don’t know what I’m whining for.
“Yes,” he grunts in response, his hips starting to crash hard into my hips so he can smash himself against my clit. “Cry my name, my love. Cry it for all the unholy gods to hear.”
I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I never want it to end. Yet he’s driving into me so fast and hard, it’s becoming difficult to hold off my impending orgasm.
But still I fight it. Fight it off with every ounce of will I have.
I sense his displeasure before he says it.
“Come for me,” he demands.
I feel a tug behind my ribs, urging me to give in. But dammit, I’m enjoying myself too much.
So, I fight that, too.
“Alena…” he growls viciously.
And I know, thanks to our bond, that he would fuck me harder and faster if he wasn’t so afraid of hurting me.
He’s holding himself back, to my advantage.
There’s a tearing and cracking sound. Then bits of ceiling and blanket begin to fall down around us.
Sinking my teeth into my lip, I close my eyes.
Focusing all of my attention on holding my release back.
“Come for me!” he commands, his own release dangerously close.
Ignoring the tugging feeling again, I grit out, “No. I’m not ready yet.”