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)
She drowned in it all, mindless to do anything but take more and more, so desperate to come again she could scream. Her skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and she trembled so hard she was surprised her teeth didn’t chatter.
Wynter opened her eyes as rough palms skated up her inner thighs. Cain yanked her to the edge of the mattress and swiped the head of his dick between her folds. Thank you, oh merciful God.
Electric sparks of pleasure/pain drummed their way along her soul. Her muscles jumped, and her back bowed. More sparks all but paddled her very being again and again, pulling her back to that place where she floated.
Her eyelids snapped open as Cain sank an inch of his dick inside her. He paused, and forceful smacks of dark sensation flayed her soul. Another inch of his cock slid into her pussy. Again, he paused, and a static wave of pleasure rushed its way over her being.
Another inch of his dick. More pleasure to her soul. Another inch. More soul-deep sensations.
The pattern continued, repeatedly snatching her from the physical plane to the “floaty” plane and back again. It sent her off-balance, screwed with her mental processes, and kept her body on edge as it yearned for yet another release.
The torment paused for a long moment, and she realized why the ache in her pussy was so damn pronounced—he hadn’t buried the full length of his shaft inside her yet. Her inner muscles were clutching him tight and sucking at his cock as if to drag him deeper into her body.
She whimpered as she felt him pull back. “No.” It was a sob, and it made his dark gaze glitter with a predatory indecency.
Leaving the tip of his cock inside her, Cain draped himself over her. “I love fucking with your head.” He tapped her temple. “Love being up here. Ruling your thoughts. Making it so that you can’t even think straight.” Then he was hammering into her.
She clung to him, her only anchor in the sexual storm. He plundered and possessed, his pace urgent and primal. The tip of his tongue swirled around her nipple, and then he captured the taut bud with his mouth. He thrust and suckled and bit even as he thrashed her soul with sensations yet again, overloading her on every level with so much pleasure she wanted to cry.
But no matter how much she cursed, no matter how much she bitched, no matter how much she begged, he didn’t make her come. He just kept on brutally fucking in and out of her while again devastating her soul with sensation after sensation.
It went on and on. And on and on and on. Until she began to think it might never stop.
A thumb rolled her clit, and she imploded in an instant—screaming, arching, shaking, tears dripping down her face. She was utterly wrecked just as he’d warned her she’d be.
Cain’s cock throbbed inside her, but he hadn’t come.
She blinked up at him, tensing as a strange, transparent film coated his eyes. Her pulse skittered. “Cain?”
He gave her a soft kiss. “Shh, it’s okay. Let it have you.” He did a slow blink, and then a green, serpent gaze locked with hers.
She subtly drew in a breath, meeting its eyes steadily. It let out a rumbling sound of satisfaction, seemingly pleased. Maybe it had expected her to recoil or—
The monster abruptly pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach, and propped her on her hands and knees. Well. It slammed home, forcing its way past her swollen inner muscles and—oh shit—the shaft inside her felt so much thicker than before.
The monster pounded into her, its grip on her hips hard enough to hurt. There was no technique in the way that it took her. No finesse. Its thrusts were vicious and feral and animalistic.
Cain had consumed her, just as he’d promised. His creature subjugated her. Conquered her. Exploited her body. Claimed it for its own personal use. But not cruelly, not dispassionately. Just . . . self-centeredly. And with so much territorialism that it made Cain’s level of possessiveness seem easygoing.
She couldn’t lie, the whole thing pushed some majorly hot buttons that she hadn’t known she had until then. It took everything she had not to rear back to meet the hard drives of its cock. She figured it would be better to let the monster have full control. So she simply took what it gave her.
A hand fisted her hair and yanked her head aside. Her heart jumped as teeth grazed the crook of her neck. The move felt like a threat. A promise. A—
The teeth sank deep.
Oh Jesus, the venom did burn. Burned like a goddamn mother. But the pain spiced up the pleasure, throwing her into an orgasm that seemed to come out of nowhere. The release whipped through her like a lightning bolt, violent and so damn good. It drained her, leaving her feeling all-hollowed out, and she barely registered as the monster exploded inside her.