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)
The first real kiss is slow, deliberate. His mouth claims mine with a kind of unhurried patience that makes my body sing with need. The books behind me shift slightly as I arch into him, the fairy lights casting soft shadows across the room. I kiss the edge of his jawline when he bends closer to me, my wrists too secured for me to touch him.
“Is this safe?” I ask, jerking my chin at the fairy lights. “These books aren’t exactly pillows, Rodion—”
“Quiet, Ember. It’s my turn now.”
He arranges the pillows and blankets so I’m cocooned on either side, the books arranged all about me, ensuring I’ll never look at them the same way again.
I gasp when he takes two of the thickest ones and slides them under my ass.
“Shh.” He bends his mouth and licks the side of my thigh. He suckles, teeth scraping the tender skin. My hips rise, needing the wet heat of his mouth just there.
“I told you,” he whispers in my ear. “I’d let you make those videos under the condition that I’m your only real-life book boyfriend.”
“Hmm, I don’t know about—oooh.”
He silences me with a firm swipe of his tongue right where I need him most. Oh my god, it feels like heaven and hell wrapped all together.
Yes, please.
He teases me with the tip of his tongue before he licks lazily, anchoring himself on my hips with a groan of pleasure. Somehow, hearing how much this excites him makes me even hotter for him.
My mouth is dry, and I’m stifling a pant when he suckles again, the perfect pressure of his tongue making my hips jerk with need. Again and again, I’m drowning in pleasure when he reaches for my nipples and tweaks them. Pleasure cascades down my spine like molten lava, and I shiver in glee.
“Please,” I whisper. “Yes, please.”
His low, dark chuckle between my legs makes me whimper. Again, he licks me before he slides one hand down between my legs and thrusts two thick fingers inside me. Pleasure bursts inside me, and I whimper out a moan.
“Rodion,” I whisper. “Oh my god, please, yes, yes, right there.”
“Beg for me,” he grates against my thighs, his breath hot on my skin.
“Please. Please let me come. I want to—oh god, yes—please!”
“Come for me, little queen,” he whispers. “Come on my tongue.”
My back arches, and the books beneath me shift, but Rodion doesn’t stop.
His fingers dig into my hips, anchoring me to the bed as I shatter, gasping his name in a moan. My thighs tremble around him, every nerve on fire as waves of ecstasy crash over me.
I’m still shaking when he finally lifts his head, his mouth trailing lazy kisses along the inside of my thigh. His eyes meet mine, dark with satisfaction. I didn’t know I really wanted to be owned by someone like him… and now I do.
“There she is,” he says, pressing a kiss to my pulse at my wrist. “That’s my girl.”
His dark, whispered approval makes me want to sing. I live for this.
I can’t find the words just yet. I’m boneless and breathless as he gathers me in his arms and untangles the lights around my legs. His hot, thick cock presses into my belly.
“I love you,” I breathe out, still blissed out beneath him, as he presses my thighs apart with his knee and glides his cock to my entrance. My hips jerk when he moves through my slick heat, and I hold my breath when he nudges my entrance.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear just before he thrusts into me. I love the feeling of being so full, so completely his.
I gasp as he sinks deeper, stretching me with perfect, deliberate strokes. His hands press into my hips, grounding me. The heat between us is so strong, so pervasive, as the world shrinks to just the two of us. I cling to him, to his raw power, as he thrusts again. He stills, buried to the hilt. My pussy clenches around him, eager for more.
He kisses my cheek, working a perfect rhythm in and out, filling and teasing, until I’m a blubbering mess, arching into him between strokes. I shudder, a wave of pleasure overtaking me, pleasure building again as I tighten around him. Desperate for more.
“Rodion—” His name falls from my lips, a half prayer and half plea.
I grip his hair, dragging him closer to me. He thrusts harder, his breath hot against me. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I gasp, echoing the sentiment. My legs tighten around him, pulling him closer, deeper, until the two of us cease to exist as we meld into one.
The coil inside me tightens, winding until I’m panting and begging incoherently.
“Come, baby,” he demands, his own voice hoarse. “Come when I do.”
I break apart beneath him as he drives deep, chasing his own release. He spills into me with a shudder and a groan as pleasure crashes through me. I’m half-blinded, drowning in ecstasy.