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 braced her hands on the table, unconsciously lifting her hips to meet the phantom thumb—she couldn’t help it. That thumb swiped, stroked, flicked, swirled, and probed. God, she was so damn wet, and she needed more.
Cain crouched in front of her and licked at her slit. “I can see your pussy spasm and clench as it tries gripping a cock that isn’t there.” He rolled his tongue around her clit. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”
Yes, let’s.
He stood, released her hand, and freed his cock from his pants. “Lay back. Good girl.” He lodged the head of his cock inside her, his eyes two pools of heat and menace. “You’re going to hurt for me this morning. You’re gonna hurt so hard.” He slammed home, ruthlessly stretching her to bursting. “And you’ll come just as hard.”
His jaw tight, he gripped her shoulders and pounded that long, thick cock into her pussy again and again. Fast and aggressive, he plundered and ruled her as blatantly as always. The message was never anything but abundantly clear—he owned her, and he could take and do what he wanted. Which she’d have totally slapped him for if she hadn’t gotten off on it.
Her breath caught as a ripple of pleasure/pain scraped along her soul like blunt nails—they stung. Burned. Set her nerve-endings on fire.
She hissed as more “nails” scored her soul—harder this time. “Fuck, Cain.”
“You like it. You want more. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she bit out.
A decadent assault on her soul began. There were no waves of pure pleasure. He struck her with outpourings of dark, electric sensation. Hot smacks. Cold bites. Prickly thrashes. Fiery scrapes.
It was raw and wicked and intoxicating. It pushed her into that oh so familiar hazy place where she felt like she was soaring. Drunk. Bodiless.
Cain felt his balls begin to ache as her eyes completely glazed over. Tightening his hold on her shoulders, he upped his pace, fucking in and out of her so savagely it was nothing short of animalistic.
She bucked and arched beneath him, moaning and whimpering, scratching at the table. The slapping sounds of her breasts bouncing, his cock hitting her slick core, and his balls tapping her ass filled the room.
His pace now close to feverish, he tunneled deep into her pussy with every thrust, all the while still pleasuring her soul and dazing her mind. He overloaded her with sensation on every level—mental, physical, soul-deep—wanting her to feel like there was no part of her he couldn’t touch. No part he couldn’t possess. No part that didn’t belong to him.
His creature urged him on, just as possessive, wanting to see her explode beneath them. It also wanted to sink its teeth into her skin but, unscrupulous though it might be, it would never force its mark on her—not while in full control of itself anyway.
Feeling her pussy blaze and clasp his dick tighter, Cain plunged faster and inundated her soul with more pleasure that was edged with pain. Her breaths came quicker. Her skin flushed deeper. Tears gathered in her eyes, making his balls draw up tight. He groaned, slamming harder.
“I can’t take any more,” she sobbed. “I’m gonna come.”
He grunted. “Then come.”
She imploded, her head falling back, her spine arching, a broken scream clawing its way out of her throat. Her pussy clamped down on his cock with a scorching, tight, rippling grip that swept him under, throwing him into a release so powerful it all but poleaxed him.
*
An hour later, Wynter breezed into the cottage with Cain close behind her. Since Adam upped the bounty a few days ago, Cain had taken it upon himself to escort her to and from work. She hadn’t argued, since it didn’t bother her and she knew he needed this.
There’d been no further attempts to cash in on the bounty. Also, there’d been no more attempts by her monster to join their souls. Nor had there been any more weird communications between the entity and Kali. All of which was a humungous relief. But she was still on her guard.
“Morning all,” Wynter greeted as she entered the kitchen, finding her coven scattered around the room. “Sorry I’m late.”
“Almost late,” Cain corrected. “You’ve got two minutes before you need to open up the shop.”
“Exactly. Not enough time to have a cup of tea and check that nothing’s on fire.”
Sitting at the table shuffling his tarot cards, Xavier sighed. “I really wish you’d have more faith in us. The cottage is intact. Nothing is broken. No one is injured. Both last night and this morning went without incident.”
“Then why is there a scorch mark on the floor?”
Delilah, Anabel, and Xavier all glanced down at the spot where Wynter was pointing. Hattie, however, didn’t seem to be paying attention—leaning against the counter, she had her face practically buried in her book.