Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
"Go to hell."
He spanks me again.
I push back against his hand, silently begging for more. Desperate for it. I want everything this man has, and then more. I want him on his knees for me. I'm pretty sure I'm already on mine for him.
If I lose him now… No, I can't. I won't.
He drags my panties down my legs, discarding them somewhere. I don't know where. I don't really care where. His hand comes down on my bare ass, the sting bleeding to pleasure.
I cry out, wailing his name into the room.
"Finish it," he demands. "Tell me what I am to you."
I bite my tongue, denying him. Pushing him again. Always pushing him.
He spanks me again, and then again. Until I'm writhing beneath him, unable to stand the ache between my thighs any longer.
"Tell me."
"My world!" I shout. "You're my freaking world!"
He falls still on top of me. Goes silent. A soft intake of breath is the only reaction my confession elicits. Until he flips me again as suddenly as he did the first time. His eyes meet mine, two glowing hazel suns.
"Genesis," he whispers.
This t-shirt doesn't hold up to him any better than the one did this morning. He shreds it as if it's paper, ripping it from my body. And then he's on me again, wrecking me again. He's all hands and lips and teeth as he works his way down my body, setting me ablaze and then watching me burn.
I love every decadent second, revel in every blissful moment. He's an artist with his lips, a master with his tongue. He consumes me, painting his devotion across every inch of my body.
I gasp and plead, too far gone to care if he knows just how wild I am for him. Too far under his spell to care if he ruins me with his newfound knowledge. I want him to do it. Maybe then the pressure in my chest will ease and I'll be able to breathe.
I haven't been able to do that all day. Not since the moment I realized I'm in love with him. Wildly, madly, impossibly. It's too fast, too much, too soon. And yet nothing has ever felt so right.
"Gabriel!" I shout, clawing at his shoulders as he settles between my legs and sets to unraveling me all over again. I grab his hair, pulling, pushing…praying as he devours me again.
"That's it," he growls against my sex. "Grind that perfect cunt against my tongue. Use me as your own little toy, tesoro. Command me."
I rock against his mouth, a scream building in my throat. He stiffens his tongue, forcing the tip of it inside me. I pump my hips, trying to get it deeper, to use it like a cock to get myself there. I need it. Need him. So bad it hurts.
He pries my cheeks apart. His thumb presses against my back entrance.
The scream breaks loose, piercing the room. Piercing me.
I shatter into a thousand jagged pieces, falling in every direction.
He doesn't even let me come down before he drags me up the hill again, ruthless in his quest to fuck me to death. To please me to the brink of madness. If anyone can do it, I think it might be him. He's a machine, mindless in his desire to please me. Every orgasm I give him only seems to fuel his need for another one.
He wrings them from me, one after another after.
By the time he crawls up my body, I'm a blubbering, shaking mess. And he's so turned on, so desperate, he doesn't even take the time to undress. I don't think he can. His eyes are black with need, feral with lust as he pulls his cock out.
"I want to feel that on my cock, tesoro," he rasps, dragging me down the bed. He drapes my thighs over his, opening me up to him. "I want to watch you break while I'm fucking my way into your soul."
"Yes," I gasp, willing to give him anything he wants.
"I'm not wearing a condom when I do it either, Genesis. You let me put my cum in you once. You'll let me do it again. As many times as it takes for me to fill that womb." He presses his lips to my ear. "As many times as it takes until you're carrying my kid and the entire fucking world knows you belong to me."
Oh my god. He's insane.
"Yes," I sob, writhing beneath him at the thought, at the pure wickedness of it. "Yes."
"Now, behave and take this dick like the good girl you are." He presses the head of his cock to my opening, his free hand wrapped around my throat as he does it. "And keep your eyes on me while you're taking it. I want you to see how good I look covered in your blood."