Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“This pussy is so tight around my cock. It’s almost like it was made especially for me. I was crazy to think I could do without this, and now that I know exactly what I’m missing, I’ll not let you deny me again,” he grumbled, all while pushing in and out of her hot hole.
His possessiveness had caused her to stiffen momentarily, but her indignation quickly fled with each thrust of his pole. She ran her nails down his back in the heat of passion, accidentally tearing his flesh.
He grunted.
“I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized.
“No need to apologize. I like it. Don’t hold back with me. I want all you have to give. Moan for me, Calliope.”
“Oh, Blaze,” she moaned on command.
“Yes, that’s what I want to hear. Scream for me.”
“Blaze!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, giving herself permission to let loose.
Since he had ordered her to do so, she convinced herself that she was doing it not because she wanted to, but because she had to please him or else. Never mind that she’d been holding back that scream since he’d thrown her on the bed.
Gripping her hips, he pushed into her harder and faster, picking up the pace. Callie allowed herself the luxury of staring at Blaze, so earnest, so strong and so nakedly erotic. Wanting to have him deeper, she twisted her legs around him, pulling him in further.
“Ah, Calliope!” With a growl he increased the pace yet again, grinding into her like a man possessed, his pelvis slapping into hers.
Fire seared through her. Climax was near. “Yes, oh, Blaze, yes!” she cried as a powerful orgasm rocked her body to its core.
Her legs tightened around him, and the next thing she knew, his seed shot up the thirsty channel of her cunt. “Calliope!” He yelled her name, making it sound like a primal howl.
Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him of every drop of his come. When he’d emptied his balls into her, Blaze collapsed on top of her. Though he was significantly larger than she, she barely felt his weight. Instead, she welcomed it.
When she’d come to his bedroom, the last thing she’d expected was to experience something so cataclysmic. Her breathing ragged, she lay underneath him, thinking that she’d enjoyed being fucked far more than she should have. She didn’t want to think about him other than a means of getting more access to London.
Blaze rolled over on his back. The minute his weight left her, she made a move to get out of the bed, wanting to get away and think about what had just occurred. The King, however, had other ideas.
Grabbing her shoulder, he pulled her into the crook of his arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked lazily, letting one hand trail down the side of her breast.
Callie shivered. His touch was irresistible. “I… I… aren’t we finished for the night? I thought I was supposed to go back to my room.”
“You don’t go until I tell you to. And for now I want you to stay close to me.”
“But… it was my understanding that we don’t spend the night with you.”
“Calliope, I am King. I make the rules. Now relax and let me hold you.”
Funny, but she never thought of him as a cuddler. There were so many things she was learning about this man that were making it hard for her to think badly of him.
The quiet between them stretched, but Callie couldn’t get comfortable enough to just lie contently in his arms. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. She thought about Paris and the last time she’d seen her. Though the circumstances made it beyond her control, she couldn’t help feeling guilty for not being there for her daughter. Callie only hoped she was being well taken care of at least. More than anything she wanted to go home, but how could she? Even if she could escape from Blaze, how would she get back to Earth?
“What are you thinking?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“I’m thinking about home,” she answered honestly. When the words were out, she realized she should have chosen them more carefully.
His grip around her body tightened painfully, making her gasp before he relaxed it again. “I’ve already told you that this is your home. You belong to me, and you won’t go anywhere without my say so,” he growled, pulling on her hair, forcing her to look at him.
“But what if you tire of me? What then?”
“I’m not really sure I like the direction of this conversation. What are you trying to get at?”
“If only one woman could satisfy you, there wouldn’t be a harem. Just from the gossip I’ve heard from the other women, you haven’t touched some of them in months. And many have been replaced. I can’t think myself so special that you wouldn’t eventually grow tired of me as well. What will you do with me when that happens? Would you let me go home?”