Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
No one has ever looked at me like that, but as I suck in air to speak, he presses at my hole.
I might have experience, but he’s big.
I let out a needy moan, pressing my forehead to the edge of the tub and arch my back as I try to relax. I’m not nervous. Just horny out of my mind. My own dick throbs like mad in the warm water, but I don’t want to jerk off yet.
I wiggle my ass against him to give him a taste of what’s to come when he prods at my opening a few times. The touch makes my gums pulse with arousal, and his hands going up and down my back remind me what an impressive man he is.
How strong. And decisive. And ruthless.
He is a royal after all.
It’s only natural he can take whatever he wants.
Including me.
Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself when he squeezes my hips and breaches me with a slow, careful thrust that makes us both moan.
At first, I hold my breath, but moments later, I’m panting as though I’m no longer human but rather an animal guided by base instincts. I even spread my legs to give him better access to my body, and he seizes the opportunity to slide closer, nudging my knees farther apart with his own.
The gesture is so hot I have to bite down on my hand to stifle a moan.
Kyranis’s thick tool spreads me slowly, like he belongs there. As if it’s his right to own me whether we’re married or not. His breaths are shallower now, and he slides his fingers over my spine, making me shiver.
“You grip me so lovingly,” Kyranis whispers, teasing my skin with his fingertips until his thick girth pushes past a sensitive place inside, and he’s all in. His leathers are pressed against my skin, and as I get used to his presence inside my body, I’m weightless in the warm water scented like the sea.
I’m pretty sure he’s the biggest I’ve ever had, and the lack of prep makes me feel even tighter around him. I’m far from complaining though. I love how he overwhelms me, how I’m turning into a puddle of goo with trembling knees.
All I can do is moan when he slides his hand across my stomach, then to my pec, rubbing the nipple. He’s playing me now and knows it.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” I whimper, curling my toes.
“Give me a moment,” he whispers, petting me as if I’m a scared animal in need of reassurance. His lips descend to the base of my neck, leaving so many kisses I’m losing count as the shaft lodged inside my body keeps being a distraction. “I can’t help myself around you. My future Dark Companion. My crown.”
He holds his hand over my chest, as if enjoying my heartbeat. I can definitely give him a moment, because I need to adjust too. Not even to his size, since that’s pretty amazing, but to the unwanted feelings rattling inside me. I try to keep sex detached from my emotions, make it about two bodies getting sweaty, so both parties involved can get their rocks off and carry on with their lives without unnecessary baggage.
He’s making it about more, but I’m so overwhelmed it cracks my emotional defenses. I want him to say nice things to me and compliment me between kisses.
I want to feel special.
If I become his Dark Companion, I want there to be no one else for him until I die.
I’m probably not thinking clearly, but it’s hard to do that when his thick throbbing cock starts to move ever so slowly, and his thumb flicks my nipple.
“It feels so good. So intense. To fuck a prince.” I chuckle between one ragged breath and another.
A fucking prince. Unable to control himself around me. As if I’m the catch.
His groan flips a switch inside me. He lowers himself, pressing his chest to my back, like a beast mounting its mate, and his tongue finds my ear again. I see stars when his dick shifts in my channel, pressing against my prostate. His arms settle around me, holding on as if I were a precious, breakable thing, but as he thrusts back in, I’m reminded that I’m not his pet. He wants to come inside me.
And I get off on getting fucked.
“And as soon as we’re married, you’ll be fucking a Lord,” he mutters into my ear, rubbing his teeth over it.
But I don’t have the brain capacity to answer when he moves his hips faster. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and I become shameless with my moans, because, fuck it. What do I care who knows or overhears?
I wiggle my ass against him impatiently and even clench a few times to give him the ride of his life too. Now that I’ve adjusted to his size, I revel in how full I feel, how overpowering it is. He’s so big on top of me too. It’s very obvious he could crush me yet treats me with so much tenderness. Only his thrusts speak of the power packed in all that muscle, and I moan every time his cock jabs in.