Diabolique Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
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I sucked him to complete hardness before he dragged me up by my hair, threw me onto the bed, and drove into me. My wild scream was cut short by his lips covering mine. I was fever-hot and out of control, wanting more, needing more of him in me.

He teasingly held himself back and bit my lip when I raked my nails down his back hard enough to draw blood. Our hips moved in unison, hard, fast, out of control, but it still wasn’t enough. “More, more, more.” I started chanting until he pushed the hair back from my face and looked into my eyes.

“No, I don’t want to hurt you and them.”

That stopped me in my tracks. “Them? What them?” He didn’t answer, just gave me another one of his smiles, but when he put his hand between us and touched my tummy ever so gently my eyes widened with understanding. “Them?” I mouthed the word and he nodded, still with that smile on his face.

Before I could voice an opinion either way, he was moving again and I forgot all about how or why he would know that. It hadn’t been that long since we started having sex without protection, but somehow the thought that I might be pregnant again after so long didn’t fill me with dread but a kind of excitement that made me even more ravenous for his cock.

He was being extremely tender, which only made the fire of lust burn brighter within me, but no matter how I pushed and prodded, he wouldn’t give in to my demands to go harder, faster, deeper.

It was a beautiful dance, like a horizontal ballet to the music in our heads and the magic in our eyes as they gazed lovingly into each other. I felt beautiful, wanted, and loved by the look in his eyes.

My breath hitched in my lungs when he ran the tip of his thumb along my lip. What is it about a man’s stare as he’s fixated on your mouth? There was a sudden, intense wave of feeling as everything around me became still. Everything that is, but his hard length as it probed my depths. I was never more aware of his eleven inches than I was then.

For a split second I saw myself through his eyes, saw the way we looked and felt to each other. His cock seemed to grow in length and width inside me, prodded on by what he saw in my mind. And in the next second, there was something warm, a kind of light, that glowed from his chest into mine and I felt love so strong it brought tears to my eyes.

“How many?” I whispered the question at a pivotal moment. When I felt his cock jerk inside of me as his body tensed. That was the precursor to him cumming. “Four!” His answer came just at the moment he exploded inside me.

He had the nerve to go back to life as usual after dropping that bombshell in my lap. I was in shock for at least the whole night. So much so that I had all but forgotten about Jessica and that whole ordeal. The shock didn’t stop my greed for him, though, and now I had the added bonus of being sore on top of everything else.

Thoughts of that soreness brought to mind the way he had tried to ease the pain by spending more than an hour between my thighs, eating me out until I screamed myself hoarse. He’d gone downstairs to bring up our dinner that had been left warming, and we sat in the middle of our bed feeding each other with our fingers, something we hadn’t done since the early days of our marriage.

Once we were done eating, I’d found myself splayed out on my back, and he was coming into me again, that same hunger burning brightly in his eyes. That had set off another few hours of loving before I was too sore and too tired to move. This time, I fell asleep with his tongue inside me, his way of apologizing for making me sore again.

This morning, I woke up with only one question on my mind. “You were teasing me last night, right? About being pregnant, I mean.” He’d had the chef bring our breakfast upstairs, and we were having it out on the balcony in the early morning. It had been a while since we’d sat down to breakfast like this together.

I had grown into the habit of grabbing a cup of coffee in the morning and not eating anything until lunch, but Mark has decided that from now on, I will be having breakfast every day. That’s one of the things that convinced me that he wasn’t playing around. Now, he put down the knife he had been using to butter my toast.


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