Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
She moans and pulls against her bindings.
I trace her hole with my finger, my breath catching. Then I squeeze a bit of lube into my palm to warm it before rubbing it over her.
“I’m going to take you now, Skye. This is mine. Only mine.” The head of my cock nudges against her.
“Relax,” I say, my voice dark. “It may hurt at first, and you have permission to speak if it gets to be too much.”
She nods, but I already know she won’t stop me.
She’s ready, and she wants this as much as I do.
She breathes. In. Out. In. Out.
Then she gasps as I breach her tight rim.
God, so tight.
I hold my cock there so she can get used to the invasion, but my God, I want to thrust. I’m dying to plunge into that dark tunnel that will grip my cock like a velvet vise, a snug sanctuary of warmth and pleasure. She whimpers softly, biting her lip.
She lets out a breath, her muscles relaxing.
“That’s it,” I say. “I’m going to go all the way in now.”
She nods, and I thrust swiftly.
Fucking paradise.
I’m completely embedded in her.
She’s in pain. I saw the wince. Heard the sharp intake of breath.
So I hold still, resist the urge to pull out and thrust.
I need to give her time.
So I wait a few more seconds. A few more, until the drive becomes too primal.
“I’m going to pull out now,” I say.
A whimper leaves her throat. I just pull out to the tip and then slowly push back in.
And I’m in heaven. Complete in a new way—a way that links Skye and me even more profoundly than we were before.
Sweat erupts on my forehead. I’m working hard. Holding myself back. I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her hard.
I look between us, at her gorgeous pink cunt dripping with cream.
“Your pussy is glistening, Skye.” I grip her hips but then slide one hand over her center and dip a finger inside. “So wet.” Then I slide my fingers over her clit.
She gasps, her whole body quivering.
“I love how you respond to me. So wet, so pink and pretty. Your ass feels so good around my cock. I’m going to fuck you now. And I’m not going to be able to go slowly.”
She nods once more, and I plunge inside her.
So tight. So snug. So smooth. So invasive.
The ultimate way to take a woman with trust and intimacy.
And God, the pure, unadulterated pleasure…
I continue to work her clit as I fuck her.
I revel in her body taking mine, in her pussy beginning to pulse under my fingers…
And—
She shatters. She breaks. She fucking collapses.
All the while I continue pumping, invading her body.
I suck in a breath. “Fuck, Skye, you’re so hot. Feels so good.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
And then I plunge once more, so deep inside her, and release.
My muscles contract, my cells explode, my whole body is electric, and it all convulses on my cock. I squeeze my eyes shut, let the climax take me over the edge.
I grip her hips hard.
So hard that I’ll leave marks.
My marks.
My marks on my woman.
My submissive.
For a timeless moment, we remain locked together. One being. One heart. One soul.
Until I open my eyes and pull away from her.
“Stay put,” I say. “I’ll be right back.”
I head to the bathroom, wash myself, and then run a clean washcloth under lukewarm water, squeeze it out, and take it back to Skye.
Her eyes are still closed when I glide the warm cloth over her intimate parts. She opens her eyes, a dreamy look sweeping across her delicate features.
“You may speak now.” My voice is husky, dark, sated.
She opens her mouth, but all that comes out is a soft sigh.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I say.
“It was… It was… Unbelievable.”
“For me as well. I want to be the only man who ever goes inside that ass, Skye. The only man.”
A surge of feral possessiveness floods my veins.
My heart thunders, pounding like a relentless war drum. Every cell, every fiber of my being screams with a primal urge to protect what is mine. I feel like an untamed beast stirring from its slumber, claws out and teeth bared.
Does she understand?
Is she willing?
I breathe in, calming the beast inside me.
I need to be thinking of Skye, of what I just put her body through.
I rise from the bed and release her bindings. She rubs her wrists absently.
“Okay? Any chafing?” I ask.
“No.”
“How about your arms? Any pain from the stretch?”
“No,” she says again.
“Good.” I rake my gaze over her. “I love you, Skye.”
“I love you, too, Braden. So much.”
“Thank you for sharing that part of yourself with me.”
“Thank you, too,” she says. “Thank you for everything, Braden.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
I rise once more and snuff out all the candles. Now the only light visible is what shines in from the Boston Harbor through the massive windows.