Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
My leg is raised and wrapped around his hip, and I whimper as I tighten it, pulling him into me. Malcolm growls, and when the swollen, thick head of his enormous cock brushes over my lips, I whimper.
And then suddenly, he tenses.
“No,” he growls. His eyes squeeze shut, a frown on his face as he shakes his head. My brow creases, and my face falls.
He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want some… virgin. Malcolm McAuley has been halfway around the world. He’s been a pirate, and a lord, and a knight, fighting in the Holy Land.
There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s had women all over the world. So what in God’s name would he want with me? Some fumbling maid without a single idea of how to please him?
My face falls, and I shake my head as I drop my leg and pull back from him.
“Oh,” I whisper softly. “I—of course, my lor—”
“No, princess,” Malcolm groans, shaking his head as his eyes pierce into mine. “You think I don’t want you?”
I bite my lip. “Do you?”
“Yes,” he growls with a passion that takes my breath way. “A thousand times yes, my little princess.”
I gasp as he kisses me fiercely, his cock dragging against me and making me whimper.
“But I can’t take you like this,” he groans, pulling back. “Not half-drowned on a ship adrift at sea.”
He shakes his head.
“No. Not like this. I will be taking you, little princess,” he purrs. “But I’ll take you in a bed like the queen you are.”
His eyes blaze into me.
“Our marriage bed.”
My heart jumps, my eyes sparking into his.
“You’re—you’re serious?”
“Ailith,” he growls. “You’re everything to me. I’ve wanted to make you my bride since the moment I saw you. I don’t just want you in my bed, I want you by my side. I want you as my queen. I want you to bear my heirs.”
I moan as he scoops me into him, kissing me hungrily as I melt into him. His powerful hands hold me tight, making me shiver in pleasure as I press tight to his body.
“This is crazy,” I gasp into his lips.
“Perhaps,” he grunts, moaning as he kisses me right back, his hand sliding down to cup my ass possessively.
“But I know what I want. And what I want is you, as my bride.”
I kiss him hungrily, moaning as his tongue finds mine.
“I—”
“Marry me, princess,” he says quietly. “Marry me and be my wife.”
And maybe it is crazy. Maybe I’m crazy. But crazy or not, I know what feels right, and I know what I want.
…And I know it’s him.
I moan, flinging my arms around his neck as I kiss him.
“Yes,” I gasp.
Malcolm growls, and when his hips thrust against me, his swollen, thick cock pushes up through my lips. I gasp, pleasure erupting through me as I look down to see myself spread lewdly around his thickness. He’s not pushing inside, just letting his crown push up over my clit.
“I won’t take your maidenhead until we’re wed—and we will be wed, and soon, angel. Very, very soon.”
“When?” I breathe, my head spinning as I cling to him, pleasure sizzling through me.
“The minute we land back on Falmer Island,” he purrs.
I tremble, nodding. It is insane. But it feels right. It feels perfect, actually. It feels more real than anything I’ve ever known.
“And after that,” Malcolm growls. “After that is when I’ll make a woman out of you. I’ll make you my woman.”
I nod, kissing him softly.
“But,” he purrs into my lips as he grinds his thickness against me, making me gasp in pleasure. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to leave you unsatisfied, my love. Or leave this pretty little cunt untended to.”
He rocks his hips again, thrusting his cock up between my lips so that the thick head bumps over my swollen clit again. I gasp, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pull him in and kiss him fiercely.
“So damn soft, princess,” he groans. “Gods, your little cunt feels like hot silk against my cock. I can’t wait to feel you open for me and sink down my length.”
I tremble as he thrusts, slowly letting every inch of the underside of him drag over my opening and my clit, until my arousal is coating him and dripping down between us. He grunts, fingers digging into my skin as he thrusts, and I cry out as I cling to him. My hips roll to meet his, my inhibitions dropping as the heat erupts through me.
“Yes,” I gasp, kissing him wildly as our bodies rock together. Sweat slicks my skin, his firm muscles rubbing over my body and making me feel so taken and so claimed. His cock pulses and throbs so hot and thick against me, and when I look down at the lewd sight of him thrusting up and down my slit, I whimper in forbidden pleasure. His swollen head pulses, and I gasp as sticky white liquid leaks from the crown to rub slick against my cunt.