Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
His lips curved into a pitying smile as he cupped her hips. “Sweet witch, it wouldn’t have let you make it wait.”
He began slamming her down on his dick, thrusting upwards each time to ram himself deep. He used her in that way he often did, handling her like she was merely a toy that existed purely to get him off—nothing more, nothing less. And she’d long ago accepted how insanely intoxicating she found it.
Wynter dug her nails into his chest, letting him have his way. He took her savagely, his pace furious, his grip on her hips so tight she knew he’d leave bruises. Wynter didn’t care. Not when every upward slam of his cock hit her just right, winding her body tight.
Pure pleasure ghosted along her soul, soft but so electric it snatched her breath and made her feel so fucking alive. Hot. Charged. Then it came again and again.
Her heart raced. Her breaths came sharp and fast. Her nipples pebbled. Her skin turned so ultra-sensitive it felt like buzzing little sparks skipped along it, sending a sea of little bumps sweeping over her. “Cain . . .”
“Don’t come. Not yet.” Cain ground his teeth at the sight of his cock, all slick and shiny, disappearing into her body over and over. Christ, she was a fucking vision. Her lips were swollen, the lower one damp with pre-come. A pretty flush had swept up her body, reddening her cheeks. Her tits bounced in an almost hypnotic rhythm, her nipples dark and tight with arousal.
His creature slid beneath his skin, fairly quivering in anticipation. It didn’t push Cain to hurry, content in the knowledge that it would soon bind Wynter to it.
He sent more pleasure sweeping over her soul, so it would feel like a warm, static hand had given her entire being a firm, drawn-out stroke. She arched into the sensation, like a cat would arch into a full-body pet, and pricked his skin harder with her nails.
“Come when you’re ready, pretty witch.”
Her breathing sped up. Her inner walls fluttered. A whimper slipped out of her.
Cain rolled her clit with his thumb, and that was all it took. She came hard, her eyes glazing over, her pussy squeezing him tight. Remaining inside her, he rolled them both over and left all restraint behind as he powered into her, brutal and primitive.
She took it, curling her legs around his hips, scratching at his back. The sting made his balls tighten.
He dragged the siren song of her scent into his lungs. Laced with need and magick, it made his head swim. Wynter Dellavale had been his drug since the first time he’d fucked her, and he knew that would never change. He didn’t want it to.
He gripped her breast and held it still so he could latch onto her nipple. She moaned, her pussy rippling around him. Her nails scored his back again hard enough to sting. And he figured that turnabout was fair play.
Wynter gasped as pain-edged pleasure spanked her soul like the flat of a hand. And then came another spank. And another. Some were more like light taps. Others cracked down hard. Some felt like the flick of velvet tassels.
The tempo of the sensations repeatedly went from slow to fast then back again. There was no rhythm. No way to time when the next spank would come or guess just how much of a sting it would carry.
The assault to her soul continued even as he kept fucking in and out of her. Soon, she was drunk on pleasure and pain and feel-good chemicals. God, she was close to imploding.
But then the strikes to her soul turned soft, silky, and ultralight. As if ribbons were being trailed along her very being. Which wouldn’t get her off right now. And he damn well knew it.
A sob of frustration caught in her throat. “You gotta make me come.”
“Since when do toys get to demand anything?” He bit into her jaw. “Your only purpose at this moment is to get me off. Something you’re so very good at.”
On and on the torture went. He manipulated her body using every tool at his disposal. Until she was coiled tight, both inside and out.
She shook and whimpered and clawed at him. He didn’t take pity on her, though. He plied her soul with yet more sensations. Little pinches. Tiny scrapes. Suckling bites. Velvet lashes.
She sank into the pleasure and the pain. More, she lost herself in it. Sounds dimmed, as if the physical world was so very far away. Only Cain’s weight and the slamming of his cock kept her anchored.
“You feel me everywhere, don’t you? Don’t you?” he pushed when she didn’t respond.
“Yes.” Her voice broke on a sob.
He snarled. “There’s no part of you I can’t touch. No inch of you I don’t own. No fragment of your soul that’s free of me.”