Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Not tonight.
Not ever.
Sucking in a breath, I used all my strength, all my courage, and stood tall in his hold. “I want to know what it feels like to be at the mercy of someone.”
His gaze locked on my mouth. “Go on.”
“I...”
“Don’t be shy. You can’t shock me.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “You’ll only turn me on even more.”
“I want...I want to belong to someone. And not just in a biblical marriage sense. I want every damn part of me to belong to them. To exist because of them. I don’t want to be able to breathe unless he gives me permission. I want him to control my laughter, my tears, my screams. I want someone who knows my body better than me. Someone to use me in ways that I’ve only read about. I want to come on someone else’s hand and not my own. I want to be hurt. I want to be worshipped. I want to be so sore the next day, so bruised and marked and used, that I know, with every part of me, that I was his meal, and I only exist for him to take another bite.”
Silence blanketed us.
I couldn’t tear my eyes from his as his breath came in short, heavy exhales. His pupils widened behind the purple contacts until all the colour leached out of them, turning inky with desire.
He didn’t speak. His scent of spice, sin, and sex assaulted me.
I could get off just on his smell.
Time stretched, scratching into my skin, injecting my heart with adrenaline.
But then, he finally growled, “You want to be eaten, little witch?”
Every part of me went still.
Last chance.
Last opportunity to run.
But I just nodded.
Once.
“And you want me to be the one to devour you?”
My heart lodged in my throat, but I nodded again.
“Prove it,” he snarled.
My teeth rattled I shook so hard. “H-How?”
“Give me a taste. Show me what I’ll be dining on.”
I tipped my chin up. “What did you want to taste?”
His eyes dropped to my mouth in a blaze of lavender. “This.”
Snatching me to him, I slammed against his hard body as his mouth crashed over mine.
No hesitation. No request. He stabbed his tongue through my lips and stole my breath right out of my lungs.
He sucked me dry.
He bruised me with every slash and hunt of his tongue.
And something snapped inside me.
A tether.
A string.
The cord between right and wrong.
Without it, I sank into darkness. I gave myself over to the devil. I opened my mouth and let him plunder.
I surrendered.
Every damn part of me.
Every shred of control, I put it firmly into his hands...if only for one night.
And he felt it.
He recognised my submission.
He fed on it.
He groaned and wrapped his arms viciously tight around me, accepting the gift I gave him and giving me one in return.
His violence made me soaked. His plunging tongue made me choke. His nose nudged mine as he tilted his head to consume me deeper. His teeth clacked against mine as I welcomed him to take. To take everything.
His heart thundered against my own storming one as his hand came up and grabbed my jaw, his fingers digging into my cheeks, forcing me to kiss him wilder, harder, filthier.
His hips thrust against mine, punishing me with his considerable hardness.
Every good girl piece incinerated. All that was left was a woman who wanted, no needed, craved, and begged to be fucked.
It made me wild.
He turned feral in response.
A feral kind of creature, swallowing down every morsel I gave him.
The kiss was demonic.
My legs turned to water.
He drove his thigh against my pussy, connecting with my throbbing clit.
I cried out, gasping for breath.
He didn’t let me go, making me ride his thigh, snarling into my mouth as he felt my wetness soak into his jeans.
“Fuck,” he growled.
Fuck yes, indeed.
What the hell is happening to me?
“Christ, you’re a good little girl,” he grunted, grinding himself against my hip all while his thigh did unspeakable things to me. “You told me the truth. You want this.” He hissed as he thrust harder. “You want it so damn badly.”
I squirmed on his leg.
Fireworks shot down my spine.
The first waves of pleasure spindled in my core, threatening to spill and shatter.
God...I could come.
My eyes flew open at the thought.
The girl who’d never had a release without battery-operated help was seconds away from coming on a street with a stranger.
A part of me tried to wrangle back control.
To stop this insanity.
To gather up the shreds of my decorum.
But he felt that too.
He bit my bottom lip, sinking his teeth into my delicate flesh. “You’re not going anywhere. Not now. Not until I’ve eaten every part of you.”
I froze.
My heart galloped.
Would he bite?
Would he draw blood?
How far will he go?
I winced as his canines answered my runaway questions. The quick bloom of hot blood filled my mouth, spilling into his.