Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
He groans beneath me like a man starved, lapping up the aftershocks as I’m helpless.
His tongue slows, teasing me through every pulse until my breath is ragged and uneven.
“Fuck, look at you,” he whispers, dragging his mouth up my body as he gently pulls me away from him, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of my stomach and underside of my breasts. “So fucking beautiful when you break for me.”
I’m still gasping when he frees my wrists, but before I can catch my breath, his hand slides to the back of my neck, fingers tangled in my hair. He tilts my head back and forces me to meet his gaze.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
I stifle a little squeal.
“I’ll make you come until you forget your own name.”
I’m boneless and pliable as he arranges me beneath him, on my knees, my hands planted in front of me. I feel his hardened length at my ass. “Rodion,” I manage to protest when I feel him moving, and the next thing I know, warm lube drips down my ass. I gasp as his thick fingers press into my ass. A second orgasm takes me by surprise and eclipses the first. “Oh god. Oh my god.” I moan, coming on his hand just before the head of his cock presses to my entrance.
I arch into him, so eager for his heat to fill me. To be connected even more than we’ve ever been. I’m still coming as he pushes into me, stretching me inch by inch until I’m gasping, my fingers digging into the mussed sheets. I didn’t know I could be this full, this stretched, this turned on even after I’ve come.
“You take all of me so fucking well, baby. Such a good girl.” His voice is strained as if he’s holding himself back.
He doesn’t move for a moment, just holds me there, with him buried to the hilt, my pussy tight and stretched, his cock pulsing inside me. I feel every inch of him, every pulse, every beat of his heart.
This man is going to be my husband. My husband. He promised to violently end anyone who threatened to take us apart. Being with him will mean surrendering in ways I never imagined. Yet right now? I want nothing more than him. Him in all his power and brutality, danger and darkness, all of him.
“Take me.” I breathe. “I want you to take me.”
With a low growl, he fists my hair, tugs my head back, and slams into me. I cry out, nails digging into the bed once more, but it only makes him drive into me harder, deeper, building a rhythm that’s ratcheting me up to another climax. He curses in Russian, the words rough and desperate.
“Krichi dlya menya, Ember. Scream for me, baby.”
His hands grip my hips as he thrusts again and again, and I do exactly what he says. I scream as he makes me come again.
And again.
And again.
When he pulls out of me, still hard as fuck, I moan. “Rodion, what are you—”
And then he’s dragging me to the edge of the bed and falling on his knees before me as if to worship. “I can’t, Rodion, I—”
A punishing spank silences me. “You can and you will. Open your legs for me.”
He pries my legs apart, and his tongue dives between them again. My back arches. My god, I’m so wet, so slick, so tender I bite back tears as he licks my clit again. I’m impossibly aroused as need builds again, this time faster. I can’t think beyond the need to climax again when he laps my swollen clit and orders in a harsh growl, “Come.”
I shatter into another climax, this one more intense than the last. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. Stars blind my vision as I gasp for enough breath to scream. I’m still coming, still wrapped in ecstasy and all loss of control when he’s on me again, and he’s filling me again.
My legs wrap around his torso. He holds me beneath him, his gaze searing as he thrusts. I’m pliant and softened beneath him as he wraps his hand around my throat.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers.
It feels like surrender and victory when I whisper, “I’m yours.” His hands on me tighten, and I dig my fingers into his back hard enough to leave marks, pulling him closer as his forehead touches mine, and he grinds out a stream of Russian. His head drops to my neck, and he growls, softer than before, “Mine.”
I come again, softer this time, sweeter, meeting his thrusts and ecstasy with mine.
He nuzzles my neck. It tickles, and I squirm and smile. “I’m proud of you, baby,” he whispers. “Shhh.”
I can’t move. I’m immobile. I can’t think. I’m half-asleep, blissed out, as he arranges me on the bed. A warm cloth comes between my legs a moment later, followed by a soft towel and silky sheets.