Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Cain bumped the head of his dick against her pussy. Groaning in frustration, she fruitlessly strained hard against him, trying to thrust her hips back to take him inside her. He grazed her earlobe with his teeth. “So greedy for cock.”
When he made no move to enter her, Wynter felt her teeth grind. There were times she really wanted to wring his damn neck. Like now. He’d put her through a sexual wringer, the asshole. Although he’d made her come twice, he’d been sure to draw it out both times—
A gasp tore out of her as he delivered yet another super light caress to her soul that felt like a hot breath blowing over her. Each touch was too featherlight to do anything but torment her. “No, no more teasing.”
Cain nipped her neck. “Making demands? You know better than that.”
She felt his mouth curve against her skin when a little growl slipped out of her.
“I’ll do whatever I want to you, pretty witch. Tease you, use you, ruin you, corrupt you. The truth is . . . you love it.”
He gripped her branded hand and dug his thumb in just the right spot on her palm so it felt like he’d pressed down on her clit . . . just as he shoved his cock inside her.
She froze with a choked moan, feeling so stretched, so full, so taken. “Oh, God.”
“Like thrusting into a tight fist of liquid fire.” He began to fuck her slow and hard, forcing her to really feel every inch. Each sluggish sink and retreat caused her clit to rub against the mattress—the sensation always went straight to her core, making her inner muscles spasm each time.
The bastard knew that “slow” only frustrated her. Just the same, he knew his present angle stopped him from going too deep—also frustrating her. And he was well aware that the breath-like, ultra-soft waves he kept delivering to her soul only drove her nuts. As if all that wasn’t bad enough, he repeatedly brushed his thumb over the brand on her palm, giving her the sensations of her folds being stroked, her slit being swiped, the entrance of her pussy being circled, and her clit being rolled and flicked.
She writhed. She moaned. She bucked. She whimpered. She cursed him to hell and back.
Wynter reached her arm back and grabbed his hair, deliberately scraping his scalp with her nails. Cain growled, his cock throbbing inside her. Then he slipped an arm under her, pulled her onto her knees, and brought his hand down hard on her ass. She hissed, ready to verbally chew a chunk out of him, but then his dick plunged even deeper into her pussy, stealing her words and sending her thoughts scattering.
His cock so hard it hurt, Cain used his weight to keep her upper body pressed to the mattress as he pounded in and out of her. “That’s it, fucking take it.”
Cain lost himself in her. He needed that to go both ways. Needed her to lose herself in him. So he all-out let loose on her.
Every punch of his hips jolted her body. Every slam of his cock was unapologetically brutal. Every touch to her soul was now dark and rough, bombarding her with sensation after sensation—ice-cold slaps, hot whips, electric ripples, static currents.
She was soon a mess beneath him—her control gone, her reserves forgotten, her nails scrabbling at the pillow and bedsheet as if she desperately sought an anchor.
“Yes, that’s how I want you,” he said. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever owned.”
Which is “love,” in case you’re interested.
Cain closed his eyes at her earlier words, his gut clenching. He fucked her harder and faster, his grip on her hips bruising, his release almost upon him.
Sensing that her own orgasm was fast approaching, he splayed his hand over her nape as he snarled into her ear, “I get to come first. Then you.”
She moaned but didn’t object.
His balls tightened. His cock swelled. Her pussy superheated around his shaft.
Cain’s release hit him like a crack of lightning, tearing through his system and jetting bursts of come out of his dick and into her pussy. “Now you,” he said, sending a surge of pure unadulterated pleasure/pain pouring over her soul like a tidal wave.
She fractured beneath him with a silent scream, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock with a bitingly tight grip.
As aftershocks settled in, he rolled them onto their sides, keeping their bodies connected, and pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder. When his mind cleared enough for him to speak, he said, “I don’t remember what love feels like. I loved my mother and Seth when I was young, but that emotion . . . it slipped away from me somehow as I aged. It has eluded me ever since. I truly don’t remember how it feels to love someone.”