Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
My core slowly accepted his intrusion.
Our bodies quickly became one.
His arms wrapped tight and held me down, his mouth found mine and kissed me deep as he thrust up with ferocity.
He fucked me slow and hard, burrowing his face into my shoulder and biting me with need.
“More…” Raking my fingernails over his back, I gave into his thrusts and threw myself into begging. “Please.”
He snapped.
Launching forward, he shoved me down and pinned me to the floor. Grabbing both my hands, he slammed them above my head and gripped my wrists.
“You know what word to give me if this becomes too much.” He kissed his way down my throat. “If you don’t say it, I don’t stop.”
My skin misted with sweat. My pulse skyrocketed. I bordered on obsession as he held my wrists, and plunged his cock inside me.
I waited for an injection of terror. To remember Milton’s abuse and have this incredible experience ruined.
But nothing.
I felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing but him.
His mouth found mine again, kissing me just as hard as before.
I flung myself into his control and surrendered, opening wide for his possessive tongue.
His hips pulsed between mine, his cock pressing against my clit.
I writhed as he nipped and licked me. My legs wrapped tight around his waist, caught up in the dance, the hunger and thirst and yearning.
His back strained as I clung to him, his hips grinding deeper into me.
He bit my bottom lip.
Hard.
Too hard.
I cried out, automatically struggling.
He held me down and fucked me harder.
My mouth fell wide as he speared again and again inside me, claiming me like spoils of war.
He was ruthless and merciless, and I’d never felt anything so good.
The two sides of me—the fighter and the fragile—collided in a chaos of sparks. He took me like he hated me, all while his kisses said he loved me. He gave me violence and salvation.
I transcended thoughts and feelings. I became nothing more than his as he plunged again and again. Taking everything I had to offer all while giving himself in return.
My back arched.
I ruptured with overwhelming completion.
This was sex.
This was freedom.
Togetherness.
Trust.
Total annihilation of self.
Everything ached.
My heart, my bones, my soul, my core.
He filled every corner of me and broke apart every shadow.
He withdrew and drove back where he belonged, shoving me harder and harder against the floor. The cushions scattered. His fingers lashed tighter on my wrists.
But he didn’t stop.
He kept taking me, breaking me, freeing me.
“Holy fuck,” he snarled in my ear. “Why…how? How are you doing this to me? Why do you feel this good?”
The sensation of being too full and ruthlessly ridden brought out every primitive instinct.
My hips rocked up, forcing him even deeper.
He growled and fucked me in answer.
We strained against each other. Trembling and sweating and going out of our minds with need.
His pulses came faster and faster, stabbing into me again and again, setting my blood on fire.
I tensed as stars popped in my veins.
I gasped as he conjured pure heaven.
My eyes snapped closed behind my blindfold as everything coiled to erupt.
I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t survive it.
I wanted to shatter. I could barely speak as I fought where he held me and begged, “Please…please.”
Collapsing over me, he found my mouth again and kissed me.
He never stopped taking, his hips pumping with savage need.
We were infected with the same violent sickness. The same uncontrollable connection.
“I can’t…I can’t wait much longer.” He licked my bottom lip. “You need to come for me. Right now.”
A full-body shudder had me so close.
Angling his cock, we both groaned as the depth changed and he pressed against a tingling spot inside me. The base of him rubbed perfectly against my clit.
“Oh God. Yes…right there. Don’t—” My voice cut off as he shoved me face first into something sparkly and sharp and delicious. “Don’t stop. God, please don’t stop.”
“Never.” He grunted, driving again and again. “I can’t.”
I saw literal shooting stars.
My thighs trembled around his hips. The sounds of him fucking me made me spiral that final hill.
Sucking in a breath, his lips brushed my ear as his hands let my wrists go only to land in my hair and hold me down. His weight smothered me against the floor.
Nowhere to go.
No way to stop him.
For a horrifying second, I panicked but then his whisper set me free. “I’m the one inside you, Sailor. I’m the one fucking you. From now on, I’m the only one. You belong to me and you’re going to come for me. Because the moment you do, I can join you and, ah fuck—”
I came.
I shattered.
He felt me.
He swallowed a curse as I cried out, convulsing with body-fisting waves.
Clench after clench, I exploded with the best orgasm of my life, milking him, gripping him, making him—
“Jesus Christ.” His pace switched to shallow rutting pumps, captured by his own release. His back locked beneath my fingers; his groan echoed in the room.