Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
“Such a good little creature,” he murmurs, leaning down and sucking along my jaw. “You’re making me see the heavens already.”
He starts moving his hips, so slow that it’s almost like torture. I can feel every inch of his cock as it pushes into me, my wetness making the way easier but my body is fighting to not be taken by it. His lips almost touch mine and I open my mouth, needing to take in air, but he isn’t going fast enough. I can’t breathe.
“More.” I gasp, my hands going to his chest, needing something to break the suffocating heat that is accumulating inside of me.
He gets the hint, pulling back, his cock just barely inside of me before he plunges back into me, sending a shock of pain across my hips.
The pain knocks the breath out of me and I shudder for breath, my eyes squeezing shut and my body clenching around him.
“Relax,” he says again, his voice a growl this time. “You can take all of me.”
He moves again, this time his cock retreating completely and then he plunges into me again. This time I don’t gasp for air. This time I moan, my hips bucking against him of their own accord.
It’s slow and agonizing and I want more.
“You like that, aye?” he rasps, his accent growing thicker with pleasure.
I nod, clutching at his shirt desperately as he begins to pick up the pace, his hips slapping into me, making the pain a distant memory.
I’m filled with him, his cock stretching me, his body so heavy on top of me that I can barely function. His lips find mine and he kisses me fiercely, his tongue forcing my mouth open and dancing with mine, his teeth nipping at my mouth and his growls sending vibrations through me.
How is this even happening? I think to myself as I feel a knot start to form inside of me. Was this inevitable between us from the start? Is it fate or destiny or just another one of my mistakes I’ll come to regret?
But my thoughts quickly dissolve as the rhythm of his hips continues, impaling me to the ground. His cock is pounding into me and I’m totally enraptured by it, to this meeting of our bodies. He’s a pirate, he’s been my captor, and yet I’m craving him, wanting him as if he’s something so much more than that.
Is it possible that the man who kept me in a cage is the same one to set me free?
“Look at me,” Ramsay says, bringing my focus back to his face, to the fierce determination in his eyes. “Keep looking at me while I fuck you. I don’t want you to be imagining anyone else but me.”
“I couldn’t even if I tried,” I admit through a breathy moan.
His mouth curls and he leans in and takes my bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a tug while he slams his hips in deep, his shaft into the hilt.
I let out a hoarse cry as the sensation blinds me, then I roll my hips under him, pulling him even deeper.
“Fuck,” he grunts. His eyes blaze, mouth falling open and he throws his head back for a moment, trying to catch his composure. I can see it slipping, want him to let loose inside me.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed, luv,” he says, his voice low and gravelly as he brings his lips back to my neck. “Not that pathetic prince, but me. I’ll claim you in every way that I can, my essence so deep inside you that I’ll become a part of your blood and bones.”
He’s thrusting deep and hard now and I’m helpless against it, my breath rushing from me in short bursts as I fight to keep my eyes open, to keep looking directly into his. His brow has come together, his face growing red and strained with the physical force of his actions and he’s working me like he’ll die if he doesn’t. I’ve never been looked at like that before, never been the utter focus of someone like this, like I’m the only thing that exists in Ramsay’s world.
It makes me realize what I’ve been missing all along.
The pleasure inside of me is starting to unravel now and I feel like I’m going to detonate, like I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces scattered throughout the waves.
“There it is, luv,” he rasps thickly. “Right there.”
His hand goes to my hair, making a fist, and he kisses me again, hard and fierce as I feel the tension break apart and my fingers dig into his hips as I come. I’m awash in ecstasy, shuddering against it and my hand goes to his shoulder, bucking against him to ride out the wave that crashes over me again and again.