Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“No, you don’t get to look away from me, not after that. Tell me what you need, Little Prey. Tell me how to heal the ache in your chest.” He gently guides my face back to his, and I force myself to look up at him again, even though I’m ashamed.
“What do you need?” He whispers the question, his thumb stroking my bottom lip.
“You. I need you.”
“I’m right here. Right fucking here, for the taking. Use me however you need to, but don’t…” The hurt in his voice reaches inside of me. “Don’t blame me when it's over. Okay?”
All I can do is nod, the raw emotion clogging my throat making it impossible to speak.
Shifting in his lap once more, I pull my shorts to the side, not even bothering to take them off. There's an unsaid urgency in our movements as he helps to undo his pants and slide them down enough so that I can straddle him. He’s not wearing any underwear so his cock springs free, and I nearly sigh with contentment as I wrap my fingers around it.
“Fuck, you have no idea how good that feels.” The words rumble out of his chest. “To have your hands on my cock.”
Lifting myself, I guide the wide tip of his cock to my opening. I’m already slick with arousal from our fighting and my need for him. He grabs me by the hips, supporting me, and I lean into him while I slowly lower myself down onto his length.
Oh god. My lips part, and a whimper of both pain and pure bliss escapes me.
The first inch stings as he stretches me, but I welcome the pain. It eases as I take more of him into my body. My muscles relax, and the tight bubble of tension in my abdomen is pushed out.
Relief. It lightens the pressure on my shoulders, and I’m free. Free as a bird. Looking away from where our bodies connect, I lock eyes with him, watching the clench of his jaw while he studies me through hooded eyes.
“Fuck me, Little Prey.” He hisses through clenched teeth, his hands no longer holding me in place but instead fisting the fabric of my shorts.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I reply cheekily as I lift and sink all the way down on him.
“Killing me.” He chuckles.
Damnit. I love that sound.
Bracing both hands on his chest, I rock forward, and holy shit, it’s like being hit with a lightning bolt of pleasure that zips up my spine and short circuits my brain. I’m consumed by this man, physically and mentally, and nothing could make me believe otherwise, not in this moment when it’s just the two of us clinging to one another. It's perfect, and I hate him a little bit for being the only thing that can get me out of my head and to this point right now.
I repeat the action and sink forward then back, rocking on him in a way that makes it possible for my clit to press to the top of his cock with each stroke.
"Come on, Little Prey. Use me. Fuck my cock. Take it from me," he encourages.
I close my eyes so I'm not looking at him and pick up my pace. I know it won't take long to come like this, at this angle, with the way his warm body feels underneath and inside me. He is my home, and I know this no matter how much I try to fight it.
Focusing on nothing but pleasure, I chase that high. I rock back and forth, fucking myself on his cock, taking what I need from him.
“Ohhhh…” I cry out. The pleasure builds, carrying me higher with every stroke.
“Yes! Fuck, yes. Come on my cock, Elyse. Shatter for me so I can piece you back together again.”
My movements become jerky, but I continue rocking back and forth, letting his sharp intake of breath, filthy mouth, clean scent, and warm embrace take me to where I need to be. It's on the last downward stroke I explode.
Every nerve ending in my body comes alive, and I clench all around him, the muscles fluttering as my release rips through me.
"Perfect, you’re so perfect, and now it’s my turn." he growls, the sound almost animalistic.
I’m still clinging to the aftershocks of my own pleasure when he grits his teeth and grabs me by the hips, forcing me down onto his cock.
After that, it all becomes a blur, and I crumple into pieces while he uses me like a fuck doll, physically lifting me and pulling me down onto his length in quick strokes that leave me dizzy.
“Sebastian.” I whimper when it feels like it’s becoming too much, and his touch turns bruising.
“I know…baby… I’m almost there. So close…” He snarls, and I press my forehead to his, staring deep into his eyes. Pain and sadness swirl together, and shame blankets me, because I did that to him.