Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I wiggle in his grasp, crying out in shock and pleasure as his tongue invades the most private part of my body. He eats me like a man who’s been starving for ten thousand years, and I live for every second of it. At times, it’s so intense I beg him to release me, but his torture is relentless, and it’s only when my legs give out that the orgasm rips through my body like a tidal wave.
Blood rushes to my head and waves of dizziness crash over me. I’m little more than a rag doll when he flips me over and pulls me into the middle of the bed. I study his profile, wishing I could see all of him, but he turns away and removes the rest of his clothes. Stripping the articles off one by one, he lays them onto the desk and then blows out all but one of the candles in the room. It’s so dark I can only see the faintest hint of his silhouette when the bed dips beside me.
His scent engulfs me as he grips my thighs and spreads them apart, opening me up for his body. Vaguely, I recall our agreement about being safe, and I trust that he’s wearing a condom since I made it clear I’m not on birth control.
He kneels between my parted thighs and pauses there for a moment. I want to know his thoughts. What is going through his mind as he lingers on the threshold of no return? There isn’t time to ask. In the matter of a second, his lips crash into mine with a growl that tells me he lost whatever battle he was fighting. I breathe him in. I drink from his lips and curl my fingers into the hot flesh of his back, our hips bumping against each other as we desperately try to align our bodies. He kisses with an art that only Sebastian could possess. The art of a man who knows what he wants and how he wants it. I know he will fuck me like a man too.
Between ragged breaths, he reaches down and nudges his cock against the sanctuary that could only ever belong to him. I bury my face deep in his neck and inhale. God, I will never get enough of this. He’s already ruined me for anyone else. Does he know that? Does he know in my mind, I’m already his?
There are no words spoken between us when he thrusts his hips forward and shatters my virginity. There are only stuttered breaths and teeth and nails and pain. I invite the pain. I open wide for his pain. I pull his face back to mine and sob into his mouth once he’s all the way inside me. Relief is all I feel. He’s a part of me now, my body bending to his needs, slowly giving way. I’m soaked for him, and that helps, but it doesn’t completely take the edge off. Nothing will. The only thing to do is accept it. As far as Sebastian Carter is concerned, I have no doubts there will always be pleasure and pain.
He rolls his hips, and I cling to him like the needy fiend I am, desperate for his every heartbeat, his every sound. They roll from his lips so freely, grunts and muttered curses. He pauses then starts again, then pauses, trying to rein in his control. I want him to lose it. I want him to lose his goddamned mind just like I have as he fucks me into the bed.
“Sebastian.” I reach out to touch his face, and he swiftly pins my wrists above my head. A sound of protest leaves my lips, but he doesn’t care. He’s in control. Always in control. And he proves that as he begins to work my clit with his free hand, making me shatter all over again.
That’s when the real fucking begins. It’s animalistic. It’s pure fire. His hips drive in and out of me, smashing against my body as our lips clash together. I can taste blood from his teeth, and the salt of our combined sweat. I savor those explosions across my tongue as I wrap my legs around him and squeeze him deeper into my body, trying to hold him forever. But nothing lasts forever, and he is testament to that when he throws his head back and roars out his release. It sounds like ten years of pent-up tension just detonated inside his body, and when he releases my hands, he’s too exhausted to fight when I stroke his back and hold him against me just a little longer.
I want to stay like this for eternity. I want to fall asleep with him and wake up next to those dark green eyes, and then do this all over again. But he has other plans, just as I feared he would.