Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“So fucking wet for me.” I slid one finger inside her, stroking the tight walls of her pussy, then two, stretching her as I worked her clit with my thumb, drawing out every sigh and whimper from her beautiful mouth, careful not to nick her with my fangs.
One taste of her blood and I’d be at her throat.
Control. I had to stay in complete control.
Her nails dug into my arms as she rode my hand, her passion rising swiftly, the embers of her first orgasm building quickly into a second.
“You!” she ordered, her eyes pleading with mine. “Not your fingers. I want you inside me.”
A corner of my mouth lifted and I kissed the side of her mouth on my way to whisper in her ear. “Are you saying you want to come around my cock, Grace?”
She nodded.
Fuck, this woman was going to kill me. Death by pure want.
I slid my fingers from her warmth and took my cock in hand, notching the head of me at her entrance. “Then you’re going to have to say it.”
Her eyes flew wide when I rose to look at her. I wasn’t going to miss a second of this. “Say it?”
I nodded. “You want my cock? Say it. Tell me exactly what you want Grace, and I’ll always give it to you.”
“Ajax.” Her lips parted and she swirled her hips, taunting me.
I held completely still. Every cell in my body demanded that I drive forward, but fuck if I didn’t want to hear those words. Rocking slightly, I slid in that first tight inch and she whimpered. Holy fucking tight. “Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me!”
Close enough.
I rolled forward and rocked back, consuming a little more of her with every thrust, giving her just a second before taking more. “You’re so fucking perfect, Grace. Feel the way you take me? Sheer perfection.” Going slowly was going to kill me, but she was fucking tiny and I wasn’t.
She cried out when I claimed her fully, and I groaned from deep in my chest, my jaw working, flexing with the effort it took to hold back as I gave her a moment to adjust.
Mine. She was mine. I knew it with every breath, every heartbeat. The thought was illogical, territorial, fully ludicrous and yet…I knew.
“Are you okay?” I had to know.
“As you said, I’m fucking perfect,” she assured me, lifting her hands to cup my cheeks as she smiled.
Hell yes, she was.
I watched every line of her beautiful face as I started to move, dragging out slowly only to thrust home again and again. She felt like heaven, and sweat soon beaded on my skin as I took her over and over.
She met every thrust, our bodies moving in wordless accord that took my breath and tightened my chest with how fucking good it was. Every one of her cries made it harder to hold my rhythm. The scrape of her nails and the feel of her lips on my jaw, my mouth, her breaths hitting me in quick pants, sent pure bliss down my spine, coiling low.
Everything about her was unraveling me.
I tilted her hips, taking her at a deeper angle, and we both groaned. She was close. I heard it in the little catches of her breath, felt it in the constriction of her thighs around my hips as we came together over and over.
“I’m never going to have enough of you,” I growled into her neck, my fangs scraping the delicate skin.
“You can have whatever you want from me,” she countered as her hands found my hair. “Bite me again.”
I lost the rhythm for a second and my mouth watered.
“Please?” She locked her ankles over the small of my back. “It felt so damned good.”
“Grace,” I warned, my self-control hanging by the barest of threads. There was nothing more I wanted in this world than to sink my fangs into her neck and feed from her as she found her release.
“Please, Ajax? I’m almost…almost…”
That thread snapped.
“Yeah, baby. I know.” I took her harder, let my hand drift between our bodies, and stroked her clit.
Then I struck.
Fuck yes. Her honeyed taste filled my mouth, and I drank greedily, losing all rational thought as I fed at her throat, her blood only heightening the pleasure between us.
She tightened, then arched, screaming my name as she came, her blood sweetening as I drank from the bite and then changed the pace of my hand as my hips began to swing with abandon, plunging again and again, kickstarting her fading orgasm into another.
She came and came, her body a living flame beneath me, my name a plea on her lips as I barreled toward my own release. It claimed me with a pleasure so acute it bordered on pain, darkening my vision as I emptied into her, barely remembering to seal the puncture wounds at her throat before I collapsed, remembering to roll to my side so I didn’t crush her.