Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
He moved his mouth from one nipple to the other, tracing wet burning kisses across my goose-pimple covered flesh. He dragged his mouth upwards and found the pulse in the crook of my neck. There he placed a kiss on the soft flesh before he did the thing I had only seen on other women. He marked me. And I loved it. I stretched my neck and offered it to him.
“More, Maxim, more.”
He lifted his head to see what he had done. His eyes were full of possessive, victorious light. It was as if he had won me in a great battle. He swooped down on my lips and drove his tongue into my mouth, and I was completely lost. I could feel his fingers playing with my sex, gently travelling in and out. Circling. One finger, then two, then gently … three. When he removed them, I moaned into his mouth.
I felt the moment he began to position himself at my entrance, but I was too preoccupied with the sensation of him sucking my tongue to care until he tried to push in.
I stilled suddenly.
He whispered to me, “It’ll hurt a little, but It’ll be okay.”
I nodded, and felt him inhale and release a deep breath.
“Look into my eyes,” he said, and I held his beautiful blue gaze.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said as I tried not to show how painfully stretched I felt.
He inched further and further into me.
When the pain became too much I shut my eyes and he immediately stilled.
“Freya?”
“I’m alright,” I muttered. “Just keep going.”
He did as I asked, until it seemed as if he was fully sheathed inside of me. “You’re so fucking tight it must hurt like hell. How do you feel?”
“Like I have a freaking football pushed inside me.” A small nervous laugh escaped me.
He smiled down at me and I lost myself in the tenderness of his gaze and smile. This was what was behind that cold, hard mask he showed to the world.
He remained inside me without moving and slowly, I felt my body begin to accept him. There was no discomfort, instead it felt good to be so full of him. It felt as if I was finally whole. That hole was meant to be filled and this was how it should always be.
“More?” he asked.
I nodded profusely, my heart rate picking up.
He retreated once again, and when he thrust back in, my hips rocked forward to meet his. A guttural moan slipped from my throat at the ethereal pleasure. He began to fuck me slowly gaining speed. I shut my eyes and let all my senses focus on our joining as one, and the rapturous waves of pure bliss he was sending through my body.
“More, Maxim, more,” I gasped.
I was sure I heard his laughter somewhere in the distance. He picked up his pace, and my hands dug into his buttocks, guiding him, urging him on … faster and harder.
I was now in the frantic race towards release, and it was a delicious one. Sweeter than any fantasy I could have ever imagined. He captured my mouth with his again, and I moaned into his kiss, my body buzzing with anticipation.
“Oh God!” I heard him gasp as his restraint snapped. I could tell he was trying his hardest to be gentle, but both of us were too feral, too needy to take such a precaution.
We fucked each other, feeding the ferocious fire that had been burning within us, for the other, for way too long. I felt myself begin to quicken, and my hips moved frantically to meet his.
When I could hold back no more, I came, hard. No, not hard, but viciously. The force of the orgasm coursing through me in a maddening torrent that jerked my body and turned it into a trembling, pulsating, mass of jelly.
My cry rang out in the room, and as though that was the push he needed, he exploded inside me, a burst of hot semen shooting straight into my core.
I heard his fist pound furiously against the headboard as he roared out my name. My fluttering eyelids caught glimpses of his reddened face and the strained network of veins that bulged down his neck as he threw his head backwards and let himself go over the edge.
“Freya!” he called over and over again, while still pumping into my limp body.
He hid his face in my neck to recover, our chests heaving with similar rapid exhaustion.
“I knew it,” he muttered. “I knew you were going to blow my fucking mind.”
I didn’t know how much time passed, before I came back down to earth, but when I did, I could sense him beside me, breathing hard.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, but I did know that if he turned around and pulled me into his arms I was going to go to him… whole heartedly and beyond ready to bask in the aftermath of what he had just done to me. So I waited, my body stiff with anticipation.