Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
The way my pulse pounded in my throat, chest, wrists, groin. The way my blood was rushing through my veins. The heaviness of my breasts. The way even the scrape of my bra against my overly-sensitive nipples made me almost cry out with a mix of pain-pleasure.
It was all just… too much.
And yet, somehow, not enough at the same time.
“Fuck,” Bael hissed against my mouth as my hips writhed against him. A little harder, a little faster than before.
“Bael, please,” I whimpered, my hands clawing at his back, trying to get more of the feel of him.
Then his hand was releasing the back of my head, reaching down to grab my other leg until it wrapped around his hip as well.
His lips claimed mine once more, not as hard, but no less as intense.
And then we were moving. Away from my table. Away from the books I’d knocked all over the floor.
We moved deeper into the library, into a corner behind a row of bookcases that made it impossible to see from anywhere else in the library.
Only when we were there did he slam me back against the bookcases once again.
But this time, it wasn’t me doing all the writhing.
It was him grinding into me, his cock sliding against my cleft, rubbing right where I needed it most.
His lips ripped from mine so he could look down at me as he suddenly yanked his hips far enough back to create a gap, then reached between us, slipping his hand inside my pants and panties.
A strangled whimper escaped me as his fingers found my cleft, teasing up it with curious fingers.
“Fucking drenched,” he growled, and his eyes seemed to almost glow redder in his desire, making the dark green less prominent.
Then his thumb found my clit, and, well, all thoughts about things like glowing red eyes flew out of my head as a sort of electric shock of desire shot off from the contact and seemed to sizzle through my entire body.
“So fucking sensitive,” he growled, his chest heaving a bit with his own desire. Two of his fingers slid down my cleft and surged inside of me, making another moan escape me. “So fucking drenched for me,” he growled as his fingers wasted no time, starting to thrust in me quickly, relentlessly.
I’d never felt quite so wrapped up in a moment with a man before, in all the sensations he was creating in my body, in the ones that seemed to emanate from his as well.
“You’re going to come for me,” he growled before his teeth nipped my ear, and a pointy tooth of his nearly pierced the skin.
It wasn’t a question.
I still found myself answering.
“Yes,” I whimpered even as my walls started to tighten around him.
And just like that, I did.
The waves crashed through me as Bael’s lips claimed mine again, swallowing the sounds of my release as I clung to him.
I’d barely recovered from one of the best climaxes of my entire damn life when I felt his fingers sliding out of my panties.
My legs fell instinctively, taking my weight once again.
But not for long.
Because then Bael’s other hand went to my shoulder, pushing me until I had no choice but to lower down to my knees in front of him.
Once he had me there, his fingers snagged my chin, jerking it up to force my gaze to his.
As soon as he had it, a low, growling noise moved through him again.
“Open your mouth,” he demanded, his thumb teasing upward to trace the edge of my lower lip until it fell open, helpless to do anything but follow his instructions.
His other hand lifted, his fingers slipping into my mouth.
Unsure what to do, I closed my mouth around those same fingers that had been inside of me, and a strange surge of dark desire flooded my system.
It seemed to do the same to Bael, as those eyes seemed to spark red flames as he watched me.
“Fuck,” he hissed, dropping my chin to impatiently work to free his cock from his pants, then fisting it in his hand as he slowly slipped his fingers out of my mouth. “Open wider,” he growled as I looked at the perfect, thick length of him, feeling my sex clench hard, wanting to feel him buried deep inside. “Wider,” he hissed as his hand crushed the back of my skull. “There you go,” he said as his cock tapped against my lips before sliding between.
If you ever told me that I would be going down on a practical stranger in one of my favorite parts of the library, I would have laughed at you.
But that was exactly what was happening as my lips closed around him, working down his hard length, taking as much of him as I could without making a sound.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking a bit with his desire as I started to work him, finding the rhythm he seemed to like best, then working him relentlessly.