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)
Free.
My heart sprouted wings and soared.
In his passion, I was free.
In my surrender, he was free.
Uncaged and uninhabited, we had power and privilege and the absolute knowledge that we could be honest with each other.
Open and abused and adored.
No lies.
No secrets.
Our desires matched, and all it’d taken was eight long months and one dirty night at the circus to tumble our walls, blow up all our defences, and prove to us that we had everything we could ever want...in each other.
“Ten punishments, sweetheart,” Nick growled against my clit. “You took them so well. You’re so red and swollen, and it makes me so goddamn hard. You pleased me, Ella, so...here’s your reward.”
My moan bordered on a wail and a yelp and a shriek as his mouth clamped right over my pussy.
Clit to entrance.
Wetness and heat.
He sucked me down.
He licked me deep.
He rubbed his entire face in my arousal, and when he twisted between my legs so the back of his head hit the wall and his nose nudged my clit, I looked down at where he devoured me and fell.
I dangled in my binds as the man I was madly in love with ate me like a ravenous animal. Our eyes locked where he glared from below. I held his stare as his teeth nipped and his hands fisted my thighs, holding me in place, forcing me to endure every harsh lick and possessive bite.
He didn’t say the words that I could come, but his feverish eyes glowed with permission.
He never looked away from me as he plunged his tongue inside me, triggering an avalanche of pleasure.
Oh God, oh God, oh God...
Soft rumbles began.
Shelves of scalding snow as they cracked and slid from their mooring inside me.
The roaring of disaster as the spindling weight gathered speed and strength, threatening to snap me into pieces.
No, oh no, oh God...
I climbed the cliff.
I clung to the edge.
And when the edge gave way, I plummeted into painful, beautiful, agonising pleasure. I exploded with a whiteout of pulsing, bone-breaking bliss.
On and on.
Wave after wave.
Milking his tongue and begging for more, for everything.
Sliding out from between my legs before I’d finished, Nicholas planted a hand on my nape, pinned my chest to the wall, then wedged his hips behind me. His undone jeans scraped against my throbbing ass, but then...with a primal, heart-stopping snarl, he bent his knees, fisted his cock, then slammed like a monster inside me.
He penetrated and mounted and plastered me against the wall as his cock stretched me into delirium.
I screamed behind my gag.
I groaned and whimpered as he rutted into me from behind.
He didn’t speak. He just rode me. Rode me through the tumbling, thrilling pulses of my orgasm, fucking me ruthlessly and dangerously hard.
He didn’t hold himself back.
He didn’t temper his pace or ask if I was strong enough to take it.
He crushed my entire body to the wall and took and took and took.
“Fuck!” His release hit him like a gunshot to his gut.
He fell against me, his hips still pistoning, his breath tattered and torn. He roared in my ear as he fed me his orgasm. Filling me up. Spurting every thick droplet as deep as he could get.
On and on, he came.
Wringing out my own climax until we both choked and shuddered, and with a gasp of absolute wonderment, we ceased being two people and became one.
Time seemed to slow as we came down from our pleasure high. My ass stuck to his sweaty stomach. His cock continued to twitch inside me. My shoulders ached from my arms being spread and my legs threatened to break.
With tender gentleness, he disengaged with a hiss, unplugging the mess we made and letting gravity take it to the floor. For a second, I worried about the carpet, but then, with hazy, unfocused eyes, I noticed he’d moved the towel beneath me, ready to catch the white liquid as it gave up rolling and dripped instead.
With a low chuckle, he untied my wrists and then my ankles, swaying against me a little as if his head swam just as woozily as mine. Undoing my gag, he whispered, “Told you the towel would come in handy.”
I sighed in my sated bubble as he scooped me up into his strong arms and carried me down the hall to his bedroom.
I winced as he placed me down on his dark bed coverings; I made a protest of leaving yet more mess behind. But he didn’t let me go. He didn’t care. He cradled me close and lay beside me, spooning me until our entire sweat-slicked forms glued to one another.
It took a while for words to find us in the afterglow of love.
An endless moment for reality to intrude on our dishevelled dream.
But finally, with a great sigh of contentment, Nick nuzzled my ear and whispered, “I know I need to wash you, care for you, and worship every inch that I defiled, but for now...I just want to do what I wished I could’ve done for eight long months.”