Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
My denied orgasms mutated into something that transcended my out-of-control libido and systematically murdered the rest of my neurons.
My spine rolled as a full-body clench made me cry.
Sully kissed me harder, his tongue slashing into my mouth, his grip possessive and protective.
The rest of the world fell away.
There was just him.
Him and me.
And pain.
God, make it stop.
Please, please make it stop!
He thrust up, hitting the entry of my womb, bruising me in delicious, damning ways. My hips rocked, and we clung to each other. He permitted me to stay on his lap, taking from him all while an audience kept my shame levels astronomically high.
I burned with blushes.
I shivered with scandal.
I didn’t want others to witness my unravelling. I only wanted Sully and my freedom from this sucking, siphoning death.
I need relief.
Bone-aching, scream-inducing deliverance, but the more I rocked, and the deeper Sully penetrated, the more profound my pain.
A peculiar, piercing pain that whizzed in my arteries and played havoc with my ability to stay alive.
Stop.
Please, stop.
I let more tears rain...my only avenue for release seeing as my body no longer knew how to spill with desire. I cried harder, my hips seeking an explosion. My breasts stung for touch; my core clenched with a never-ending contortion to come.
I gasped, once again forgetting how to breathe.
I was falling...gagging...dying.
My heart flailed in desperation and dementia.
But then, arms lifted me.
We were no longer joined but separated.
A kiss kept me distracted.
The bed cushioned my back as the only male I wanted climbed on top of me. Lips covered mine, weight warmed mine, and the thick consummation of Sully’s affection for me slid hungrily between my legs.
He gave me every inch, driving into me, fierce and controlling all the while he kissed me, feeding the salt of my sadness back onto my tongue.
I gave in.
I stopped fighting to stay alive.
This man would help me.
He’d teach my body how to explode again.
He’d save me from the annihilation of my pulse and the ever-quickening blackness of nothing.
He thrust up hard.
I bit the tongue in my mouth.
I tasted the monster I’d always need and love.
His groan echoed through my ears, soaking into my belly as he kissed me harder, harder.
My nails scored his back as he rutted into me.
Every cell rejoiced.
Every atom did cartwheels and then turned crimson with dripping need.
I wrapped my arms around the head of the man kissing me.
Not just a man.
My forever.
We kissed and tongued; we smashed teeth and clawed.
His hands dug into the mattress by my head as his hips spread my legs wider. His thick cock did its best to teach my pussy how to orgasm again.
He let out a tattered groan as I bit his bottom lip, stiffening in his arms as my heart refused to permit a release. My pulse was sky high; my ability to see clearly and comprehend had fallen into impossible.
Everything was bad and broken...but not Sully.
I’d never felt anything so good, so perfect, so right.
I surrendered to him. I tore my lips from his and cloaked his wounded face with a million kisses. I was so grateful. So fucking grateful that he tried to help.
It’s too late.
Too late.
My hips picked up a punishing tempo as I rocked with him, demanding a vicious, vile kind of coupling.
He groaned again, pouring fire on the inferno inside me. Trapped and tangled, the flames had nowhere to go. They incinerated my veins and charred my heart.
“Eleanor, please...breathe.” His voice fed into my mouth. His large hand cupped my breast, his fingertips pressing into my helter-skelter heart. “Please, Jinx. Come. Let go. Let me help you.”
He drove his hips deeper into mine.
A flutter of a release feathered around my core, afraid to manifest after being told no for so long. It scurried back up my belly to my heart, hiding behind the rapidly failing organ.
“Sully—” I rocked and opened my mouth as a lash of agonising lust whipped up my spine. It tasted like liquorice and grave dust.
“That’s it. Come.”
My pussy clenched around his girth. My clit throbbed and the tingling warning of an orgasm began. It tiptoed up my calves and trickled up my thighs. Buried beneath the excruciating pressure and tightness in every pore, it wasn’t a relief, just more agonising temptation.
I no longer knew how to come.
I didn’t know how to trigger the snarling, snapping savagery in my blood.
Sully sensed my struggles, rutting into me at a pace almost guaranteed to make me break apart. Short quick stabs, bitter and cruel.
My breasts bounced.
A climax once again whispered into being.
Yes.
Please.
Yes!
I gasped for air.
I suffocated on silence.
My fingers curled and toes spasmed.
But it didn’t erupt.
It just sat there, growing fiercer and stronger, agony on top of razor-sharp agony, increasing my heart rate, sending me hurtling toward a wall I wouldn’t survive. “Please! Fuck, please!” I scratched his back and bit his throat. I writhed beneath him and fought for reprieve. Some reprieve. Any reprieve!