Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
He was back. He was back and his skin looked normal and his eyes looked normal but he looked like he’d just come in from a marathon the way his chest was moving up and down rapidly. He was at the end of the bed.
He looked so fucking sexy she wanted to jump him.
“I have to fuck you,” he told her and the way he said it, it was as if he was trying to preach to the choir that the sky was blue.
“Yeah,” she scampered up and launched herself at him.
“You have to stop me from fucking you,” he said as he caught her.
His hands were on her ass and her legs were around him, her short nightgown hiked up around her waist, her arms around his neck, and she had his earlobe in her mouth.
“Stop,” she said feebly but then ran her hands up his chest and tangled her fingers into his hair and then her tongue was in his mouth.
He rounded the bed and put her on her back horizontally across it and then her hands were in his track pants, pulling his cock out.
“I have to stop,” he said against her lips but his hands were hiking her legs up and then ripping her panties to shreds, and then his cock was right against her entrance.
“You have to stop,” she mumbled.
“You smell so fucking good,” he said, with anger, “You are so fucking wet right now.”
“So fucking wet,” Kyla agreed on a whimper and then jerked her hips forward and then he thrust inside her, hard, to the max and they both moaned. Kyla’s ankles locked against his back and she dug her nails in and he let out a very masculine sound of pleasure.
“Harder!” she demanded, goosebumps everywhere.
“No, got to get outta here,” He said but he was definitely going harder. He was also going faster. She was thrusting her pelvis at him, digging her nails into his back, and then tears were streaming down her face because she knew that they were in over their heads. She knew this but couldn’t do a thing to stop it.
“Go, Tristan. You have to stop this right now before … before you come inside me…Oh God…bite me. Bite me bite me bite me. Fucking bite me.”
He complied, biting her throat and swallowing twice, kissing it, then circling his hips, plunging hard into her, and then suddenly, he flew back, leaving her empty and his hands were in his own hair and he was shaking his head, “I can’t…” He vanished out of the room and Kyla went after him.
When she got to the bottom of the stairs he was standing there, his back to her, his head in his hands.
“Tristan…” she breathed.
He spun around and his eyes were coal black.
“Get the fuck back upstairs!” he demanded.
“Ohhhh…kay,” She spun around to do as he’d told her but then after she got up just one step he grabbed her arm, spun her back around and his mouth caught hers and they tumbled onto the stairs. Him on top, her on her back, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He hiked the nightie back up; she heard the fabric stretch in protest. He grabbed her by both hips, and slammed inside.
“Fuck!” he growled and then his eyes were blue and glowing bright, brighter than she’d never seen them glow before.
“Fuck, Kyla! Holy fuck!”
“What?” She threw her head back and moaned because he was still pushing in over and over while this was happening.
“Your eyes…” he said, “they’re glowing!”
Her fingers went to her clit and she started moaning loud, rotating her hips with him inside her. He grabbed her hand and sucked her fingers into his mouth and put his own fingers to her clit instead.
The stairs dug into her back and the back of her neck but she didn’t give a shit. She was drunk with desire and Tristan was fucking her harder, faster, kind of supersonic-like. She felt buzzing on her clit, felt her g-spot like it’d grown ten sizes, and her inner walls started to spasm. She started to come. She started to come hard.
“Tristan! I love you so much. Please don’t stop.” His free hand skimmed her torso and then held her jaw.
“I can’t stop. Fuck, but I tried. Kiss me.” His head descended and his tongue plunged in and she let him. He kissed her so deeply and so hard, tasting like ambrosia fruit salad, that the thought flitted through her mind that she could die right now and know no greater bliss. Being fucked on the stairs by her vampire prince right smack dab in the middle of ovulating.
Ovulating.
Fuck.
Her faculties returned as Tristan came inside of her. She felt it like a hot jet and when that hot whoosh hit, she felt something else. She felt the area inside her pelvis start to tremble, heat up, like it was 900 degrees inside, and then everything faded to black.