Series: Charmaine Pauls
Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“So ready for me,” he says, looking up at me with molten silver eyes.
I’m panting by now, chasing after the friction of his finger as he gently—too gently—teases my throbbing clit.
“Is this what you want, my sweet?” he asks in a gravelly voice.
We haven’t even started yet, and I’m already burning up. I manage a nod, doing my best to stay lucid.
“Don’t worry, my beautiful, feisty mate. I’m going to take care of your pleasure.” Making good on his promise, he lets go of my arms and plants one hand over a breast, tweaking the nipple while teasing my folds with the fingers of his free hand. “Do you want to come on my hand or my face?”
Blood rushes to my cheeks. I’m not exactly practiced in sex talk, and he makes it sound both crude and hot. I stutter something incomprehensible at which he chuckles.
“How about I choose?” he says, already moving down my body.
I close my legs involuntarily as my courage fails me, but he grips my knees and pries them open before lowering his head between my thighs.
Oh, fuck.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven for real this time.
The things he’s doing with his tongue… they should be illegal.
He traces my slit, waking nerve endings I didn’t know existed. When he parts me with his thumbs, stretching me wide open before sucking my clit deep into his mouth, my whole body lifts off the mattress. It’s like being zapped with lethal volts of electricity. The pleasure doesn’t coil slowly through my lower body like when he touched me in the hallway after the episode with the poison. The strong suction of his lips and the sharp little nips of his teeth detonates it from the center of my core like a shooting star expanding into space.
I dig my fingers into the covers, scrunching silky sheets in my fists.
One more lick and flick of his tongue, and an orgasm tears through my body with the destructive force of a hurricane.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. “You take your pleasure so beautifully for me.” He lifts his head, fixing me with that eerie, metallic-gray gaze. “You’re going to do it again, my sweet mate, and this time, you’re coming on my cock.”
I didn’t know pleasure like this existed. I’m still coming down from the explosive release, endorphins fogging my brain, when something velvety smooth yet hard nudges my entrance.
“Take a deep breath, Elsie,” Aruan says, pressing a soft kiss on my lips.
He’s gone back to trapping my arms above my head, but it feels more intimate because he’s intertwined our fingers and is pushing the backs of my palms against the mattress.
I close my eyes and allow myself to drift in the afterglow of my orgasm. The aftershocks are so powerful that purple-and-white stars dot my vision behind my eyelids.
My eyes fly wide open when that solid pressure between my legs increases steadily to part my folds. An intrusion slips between them, its presence exhilarating and foreign. Frightening.
“Relax,” he says, planting a kiss on my jaw. “It’ll be easier. You’ll enjoy it more.”
Relaxing is out of the question when he rotates his hips and lodges that thick, hot hardness a little deeper inside me.
There’s not enough space for him. He’s too big. The stretch of my body isn’t enough to accommodate his size.
I close my fingers around his with bruising force and arch my hips, trying to throw him off like a wild horse ditching the rider who breaks it in.
“Shh,” he says, kissing me on the mouth again. “Don’t fret, my sweet.”
The euphoria of earlier lifts a little, letting in a fresh bout of reality—and with it, fear.
“Look at me, Elsie,” he commands even as he slides another inch deeper.
I cry out, battling to breathe through the discomfort. I’m wet, but it doesn’t ease his way. I think he may tear me in two.
“You’re a virgin,” he says with no small amount of male pride and satisfaction but also surprise.
“No shit,” I bite out, digging my nails into the back of his hands as he moves yet another inch.
“You should’ve told me,” he says roughly. “I would’ve prepared you with my hand.”
I suck in a breath, clenching hard against the pressure. “This… isn’t going to work.”
“Hush, my sweet. Do your best to relax.” He holds still, mercifully giving me time to adjust and try to do as he says. “It’s going to hurt, but I’ll take care of you, my beautiful little mate.”
Like he promised, it hurts. It hurts with a burn that flares as he pushes all the way in. A scream tears from my chest that he catches in a smothering kiss. I’m about to regret my body’s unbending will to take this all the way when he starts to move.
At first, the pain intensifies. I want to fight, but I don’t. I just lie there, vanquished, praying that it will soon be over.