Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Mine,” he snarls and takes my wrist, pulling my hand away before he presses his mouth to my pussy.
I squeal at the onslaught, at the way his tongue plays my flesh. His hands grip my thighs, his fingernails grown into claws that prick my skin. Spreading me wider, he laves my clit, his head buried between my legs as he takes and takes.
When he presses his tongue inside me, my hips buck. He pins me in place in a merciless grip, his eyes holding mine as he returns to my clit. There’s nothing but his touch. I’m a slave to it, bound to him, to every swipe of his tongue, every groan rattling through his chest. I’m a wild beast, no thought, no reason. Only need that encompasses all else.
Everything inside me coils tighter and tighter. My hips move with him. I chase my pleasure shamelessly, and he gives it. I’m so close.
He pulls his mouth away.
I cry out in frustration as he crawls up my body, licking my wetness from his lips. “You come when I’m inside you. Not before.” His voice is deeper, gravelly, and when he presses his hard cock against my wet flesh, I make a keening sound.
“Mine, Georgia. Your blood, your body, your soul. Mine.” He grips my throat. With a hard thrust, he enters me. His head falls back, and he lets out a roar, the bed shaking from the power of it.
I yelp at the sudden intrusion, my toes curling as he pushes even farther, filling me until I know I can’t take anymore. “Valen,” I whisper as he presses his mouth to mine again. He moves back, his cock slick inside me, and presses forward again, more smoothly this time.
“Don’t stop,” I murmur against his lips.
He pulls back and presses deep again, and I know I’ll be sore later. But right now, right now feels fucking amazing. Starting up a steady rhythm, he pumps his hips, his gaze holding mine. Then he kisses to my throat again, his lips at the juncture of my shoulder and my neck. When his fangs ghost along my skin, I dig my nails into his back. I want it. I want his bite. It’s so fucking wrong, but it sets fire to my blood, my head buzzing with the anticipation of it.
I dig my heels into his thighs as he speeds up, pounding into me, making my mind go blank, nothing but pleasure. Amplifying and rising, the coil inside me tightening again.
He groans. His jaw tight, his entire body moving, working me, taking and giving until I’m breathless and needy. I work with him, moving my hips, grinding myself against him. Chasing, always chasing. Desperate for every bit of fire, even if it burns.
He leans down and claims one of my nipples, his pace never stopping as sounds of skin hitting skin ricochet around the room. I arch into his tongue, greedy for the feeling, needing every bit of sensation. He gives it, his mouth working first one nipple and then the other.
When he meets my gaze again, I turn my head, offering my throat. “I want it.”
He groans, his lips hot on my skin. “I’ll hurt you.”
“I know,” I whisper.
That’s all it takes. With the force of a blow, he strikes. Hot pain streaks along my neck, and I cry out and grab onto his arms. He doesn’t let go, a growl in his throat as he thrusts harder. The pain morphs into something else. Something scorching and delicious. I cry out, delirious in the euphoria of it, the pain and desire. My blood pumps out a beat of more, more, more, MORE.
He angles his thrusts, hitting my clit just right with every movement, every roll of his hips meeting mine. He pulls at my throat, sucking and licking as I hold onto him, my entire world folding in on itself over and over again until it’s nothing more than a tight square. When he locks his fangs into my throat and grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed, the tight confines of my pleasure explode outward. I come on a strangled moan, my pussy throbbing through each wave of my orgasm, the release washing over me and through me. I moan and writhe, my body incapable of processing it, the sheer deliciousness of it. Valen holds me down, his fangs embedded just as deeply as his thick cock. I’m trapped in this bliss, locked in animal pleasure.
With a hard thrust, he grunts, and I feel his cock kicking inside me. My walls tighten around him, taking everything he gives with greedy aftershocks of pleasure. It’s too much, it’s not enough. It’s everything. I close my eyes, my body going languid, my mind floating on a sea of nothing.
Another sting at my throat. Then I feel his fingers there. And then I’m lost in him as he flips us over so that I’m lying on top of him. When his cock slips from me, I wince at the sudden loss.