Willing (The Un #1) Read Online Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires, Virgin Tags Authors: , Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
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Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 126570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
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“Do you, angel?” he asks, expecting an answer.

Reaching down, he grabs me by the chin and forces me to focus on him. “Do you know what you’ve done to me?”

My mind still foggy with ecstasy, I stare up at him before finally shaking my head.

Asher nods and releases my chin. “That’s what I thought.”

Bracing his hand beside my shoulder, he thrusts forward, plunging back in.

“Let me enlighten you, my love,” he grunts as he pumps his cock in and out of me.

“You’ve driven me completely insane with the need to be near you. To claim you. To protect you.”

Eyes capturing my eyes, he holds my gaze. Not even letting me blink as he drives himself into my body.

“So fucking insane, Chloe, just the thought of you gives me a raging hard-on,” he snarls, his hips picking up speed.

My blood begins to simmer again, slowly working up to a boil of need.

“And I think of you all the time.” Showing the tips of his fangs, he slams inside me so deep I feel his balls touching my ass. “I can’t go two minutes without thinking about you.”

Shoving my knee up until it’s actually touching my breast, more of his weight drops down on me. “Two minutes without thinking about being buried inside you.”

Asher pumps inside me a few times then growls. Somewhere behind my ribs I can feel an echo of his displeasure. He doesn’t like this position. I don’t know exactly how I know that…

I just know.

Somehow his emotions are starting to leak into me. His black, determined mood tainting my afterglow.

I got what I wanted, and now he wants his.

“I can’t go two fucking minutes without wanting to touch you.”

Grabbing the knee pushing into my breast, he throws my leg over his shoulder. “It’s madness. Fucking madness.”

The tiny, rational voice inside my head warns me that he’s planning something, and I’m just lying here, letting it happen.

Not fighting him.

I should probably fight him. Especially now that he’s got that look in his eyes…

That feral look that says he wants to destroy me and make me pay for every sin I’ve committed against him.

Pulling back a little, Asher’s hand finds my other knee and he lifts that leg. “And you made me wait.”

His eyes darken as his weight comes back down on top of me. Folding me in half. In this new position, I’m not only completely spread open, I’m utterly helpless.

And at his mercy.

Somehow, some way, I always end up at his mercy.

Because you like it, that annoying voice of mine points out.

I shove it away, not wanting to face that truth while its literally staring down at me.

Asher shakes his head a little as if he’s listening in on my internal monologue and losing his train of thought.

Then his attention zeroes in on me. “After twenty years of hunting you… Twenty years of dying every day to be near you…”

Chest heaving like he can’t get enough air to handle what he’s feeling, Asher looms above me. His eyes two daggers piercing through me with indescribable intensity.

Hands grabbing the bed beside my shoulders, I hear the sheet ripping, the fabric of the mattress shredding as he digs in his claws.

Using his grip to drive himself forward, he slams into me without hesitation, without mercy. Spearing me with his thickness like his cock is a weapon.

“You made me wait five more days!”

There should be pain. As hard as he just slammed into me, logically I know there should be pain.

My muscles tense, my legs trembling on his shoulders, expecting it to sink its teeth into me at any second.

But just like the dream, there’s only pleasure.

Intense, brain-melting pleasure that sweeps over me and tries to carry me away.

Pulling back, Asher slams into me again and again.

Not stopping.

“Five more fucking days for this.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. A chance to come to grips with all the sensations flooding through me.

He pounds his hips viciously against the back of my thighs, doing his best to fuck me through the bed.

It’s angry.

It’s violent.

And it’s only the beginning.

The bed creaks loudly under his abuse, the frame shuddering beneath his force.

But my body… my body holds up. My bones easily handling the impact. Even my sex takes to the hard pounding of his cock. Drenching him with my pleasure so he can glide in and out of me with ease.

Shedding the last of his control, I watch with a mixture of awe and fear as he fully lets go. The expression on his face darkening until it’s completely wild and untamed. Showing his true self.

The man is gone, what little of him there was left, and now I get to see the beast.

Hunching over me, his claws continue to rip at the mattress, sinking deeper for more purchase.

Then he unleashes everything he’s been saving up over these past few days.


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