Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Y…yes,” she whimpered as my fingers turned inside of her, teasing across her G-spot.
A sound rumbled from deep in my chest as my fingers slipped out of her, my gaze holding hers as I lifted them and slipped them in my mouth, tasting her.
“So sweet,” I murmured before reaching down, lifting her leg, and pinning it to the wall as I moved inward, pressing my throbbing cock against her pussy, letting her wetness coat me as I rubbed against her clit until she was whimpering and writhing, her hands lifting to grab my arms, her nails digging little crescents into my flesh.
Gaze on hers, I slid down, paused for just a second, then slammed deep inside. I swear I could feel her choked moan in my balls as I took every inch of her.
I paused, taking a deep breath, trying to find some fucking control.
But I couldn’t seem to find any, withdrawing, and slamming deep again.
There was no reservation in Lore, though, her hips rocking even as I was buried deep, like she couldn’t fucking get enough of me.
Which was fitting.
Because I couldn’t get enough of her either.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned as I fucked her, feeling her tight walls hold me close, begging for more. My gaze held hers, seeing the sweet pleasure teasing across her pretty face. “No one else will ever know how good this feels.”
Her whimper at those words destroyed what was left of my restraint, reaching down to grab her other leg, then wrapping them both around me as I slammed her back against the wall, fucking her hard and fast and deep, her moans filling the bathroom, filling my ears, doing something to me that I didn’t understand, and was too fucking close to coming to care.
“That’s it,” I groaned as her walls got painfully tight, making it almost impossible to keep thrusting. “Come around my cock.”
Like she was waiting for that permission, she did, coming hard, her whole body spasming with the intensity of it as she clung to me, arms and legs wrapping me up, her face buried in my neck, crying out her release over and over.
And, fuck, if that wasn’t the best thing I’d ever heard in my entire godforsaken life.
“Fuck,” I groaned, pulling against her hold until her feet fell to support her, letting me pull out just in time, coming hard and hot on her belly as her pretty eyes watched me, lips parted.
My arm slammed into the wall when I didn’t completely trust my own damn legs to hold me up, like she’d taken all the fucking strength out of me for a moment.
The water cascaded down my body as I stood there.
It was a loud chorus of laughter downstairs that seemed to break the spell, making me step back, looking at Lore standing there pressed against the wall, just out of the water’s reach, my hot cum dripping down her perfect body.
Mine.
That was the thought that crossed my mind as I looked at her.
And it was that same thought that had me turning and walking out of the shower, grabbing my towel, and wrapping it around me, dripping water all over the bathroom as I left, snagging my clothes along the way.
Mine?
What the fuck?
I wasn’t a possessive man.
I never wanted fucking ownership over someone else.
I roughly dried off, then slipped back into my clothes, feeling the bulge in my pocket, and remembering the box Cinna had slipped to me earlier.
I stepped back into my shoes, then walked over to the other side of the bed to place the box on Lore’s nightstand.
Finally, I went back down to the party, trying like fuck to drown out that voice in my head that just wanted to keep repeating it.
Mine.
CHAPTER TEN
Lore
I just stood there, leaning against the shower wall for what felt like forever, not stepping back under the spray.
Some strange, unknowable, primal part of me was sickly turned on by the idea of his release still on my skin.
I barely resisted the urge to reach down and touch it with my fingers.
It was the sound of the bedroom door slamming closed that finally had me waking up from the orgasm haze, realizing that he’d just… left me again.
I stepped forward into the spray, letting the water wash him away, then scrubbing again with the soap, wanting to rub away the slimy feeling my thoughts seemed to coat me in.
About feeling, I don’t know, used.
The only time he came to me, spoke to me, even looked at me, was when he wanted to touch me, wanted to be inside of me.
And I, so freaking desperate for his interest, for maybe even just a tiny chunk of his heart, let him do it.
Tears stung my eyes and I blinked them back as I climbed out of the shower, drying myself, and trying not to let my thoughts go dark again.