Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“I won’t let you go.” His words were garbled against her throat, and she should have been frightened from them, but that delicious arc of desire finally broke inside of her, and she threw her head back and cried out as she came. Greta rubbed herself on his hand. It felt so good. Her legs were spread wide, taking whatever he gave her but feeling like something was missing.
Even through the haze of what she was experiencing, she managed to open her eyes and stare at him. When everything dimmed around her she still had a constant burn inside of her. Tolcan seemed almost in shock, and that in itself was unbelievable since it seemed nothing ever shook his control.
He slowly pulled his finger out of her still clenching pussy. Everything stilled as she watched him bring up that glistening digit to his mouth, look right in her eyes, and suck every last ounce of cream from it. Mouth parting at the sight of this big man licking her orgasm from his fingers, all Greta could do was hold onto him and stare.
“Your release is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He leaned in closer, and all she could smell were her musk and his dark, natural scent mingling together. “But it makes it that more delicious knowing you achieved it because you gave in to me.”
Before she could say anything, he had his mouth on hers. His tongue swept out and ran along her bottom lip, teasing, coaxing. She allowed herself to melt into the rock hardness of his chest. Opening her mouth, she sucked his tongue inside. She was aware of his hands landing on the wall on either side of her head, bracing his massive weight and caging her in.
His power was immense and tangible. Tolcan ground his dick into her, and the full, thick, and ridiculously long length of him jerked against her belly. A groan spilled from his mouth, and she ate it up, loving that she had a power over him.
Sucking on his tongue, she tasted their combined flavors mixed together. Greta wanted him, desperately, but it wasn’t his hands or tongue she wanted but his hard length pushing deep inside of her. Never had she needed anything so badly. Even now, after coming, she felt unfulfilled.
The low grunt he made against her mouth fueled her arousal higher. Pressing her tongue around his, he mimicked the act. It was sexual, inviting. He moved closer to her, pressing her fully against the cold, unforgiving wall. Greta needed more, needed to taste more of him, smell more of his masculine scent. He was intoxicating, addictive.
“I want this, want to give in.” She knew she didn’t have to emphasize what she meant, that all she wanted was to feel alive, feel pleasure.
He growled low and threatening, and moved his mouth away from hers and to her ear. He whispered roughly, “I won’t let you go. And I’ll never make you feel anything but happiness and trust.” He pulled back and looked into her face. “Once my cock is in you, claiming that sweet virginity as my own, you will be branded by me, and there will be no turning back.” He cupped her throat in his hand, didn’t apply pressure, but did let her know he was the one in control. “You’ve already surrendered to me, and the animal inside of me will never let you go.”
The way he said that, like he had a brand of ownership on her, should have had her pushing him away, but instead she pulled him closer and made her own declaration.
Something welled up in Greta. She wanted him to know that he wasn’t the only one that could wield strength and power. She grabbed his bottom lip with her teeth, and bit it hard enough that the tangy, metallic flavor of his blood burst across her taste buds. Tolcan didn’t pull away, and the challenge flashed in his eyes. Apparently he wasn’t used to being anything other than the dominant one.
“When this is all said and done we will see who owns whom.” Taking her face between his massive hands, he cupped her head so gently. “Do you not see, my female?”
She didn’t answer, but then again he didn’t phrase it as though he expected her to respond.
“Since I saw you I’ve acted out of character, and only thought about you and what would please you.” They held each other’s gazes for a prolonged moment, and it was like something was being connected between them in that one moment.
What was happening to her, and why was this male, the enemy of her kind, making her feel like she never had to feel fear again?
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Tolcan pressed closer to Greta and made sure she fully understood what he was saying. She owned him. He would kill for her, torture and maim, but in the end he would gladly get down on his knees and worship every inch of her body. Yes, totally fucking insane to think of a female controlling so much of him.