Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Is there anything I can do?” I murmur, glancing at the outline of his throbbing huge manhood in his pants. “To … help?”
He opens his mouth – his whole body trembling – but then Sparky comes running into the room, leaping up at Damian’s legs and then running in a quick circle, all excitement and bubbling joy.
Damian laughs grimly.
“I think he needs feeding,” he says. “It must be a sign.”
“A sign?” I ask.
He looks squarely at me.
“Yes,” he fires. “A sign that I need to save every last drop of my seed for your tight needy pussy. Because then …”
He trails off, a strange look coming into his eyes.
“Then what, Damian?” I urge.
He swallows and stalks forward, reaching across and taking my hand in his.
“Because then I’ll be able to put a child in that belly of yours.”
I gasp.
Chapter Thirteen
Damian
I feel the tremor move through her hand, her grip tightening on mine. Her lips tremble and her eyes flit here and there, as though searching for an escape.
Something drops in my belly and a savage voice growls at me that I shouldn’t have just blurted it out like that.
But she was honest with me about her virginity, so there’s no way I’m going to lie to her about my intentions.
I take a step forward and press her up against the glass of the window, leaning down so that I’m staring directly into her eyes, her body taut and tight against mine, filled with tension that makes her chest rise and fall quickly.
I slide my hands down to those mind-fucking hips and squeeze.
“These are what drive me, Dakota,” I snarl, letting the beast come out to play now.
I can’t stop myself, not with her big juicy hips in my hands.
I’ve got her right where I want her.
“These goddamn hips … they’re made for grabbing while I fuck you raw, while I fuck you with nothing between us but flesh and heat and skin and pleasure. You’re living in a dreamland if you think I’ll wear a condom with you because all I need is to bury my naked cock balls deep into that tight pink hole and shoot my seed into your body … I need to shoot my seed into your womb.”
Stop it, the voice cries. This is too much, too fast.
But I’ve sunk too deep into the madness of this moment now and I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I need to put it all out there and let the fiery chips fall where they may, burn what they want.
“The first time I saw you, I knew you were going to be the mother of my children. I know how that fucking sounds. Maybe you think I’m a madman, ranting. But it’s the truth. I can’t explain it. It’s the way you smell. It’s the look in your eyes. It’s the song in your voice. All the little things that make you, you. The second I set eyes on you, I drank you in, every greedy drop of you … and I knew you were going to take every drop of me just as greedily. You belong to me.”
“Yes,” I go on with a growl, giving her hips another squeeze so that she lets out a whimper.
Her flesh is so hot and curvy and tempting I almost bend her over and take her slit right now, fuck it hard, powerfully, slam into her over and over until she’s screaming and begging me never to stop.
“Belong,” I repeat. “These hips …”
I slide my hands up to her breasts, palming them hungrily, squeezing them together so her eyelids flutter and she lets out a song-like moan.
“These gorgeous milky tits.”
Higher, running my thumb along her lower lip, slipping it inside for a second so that she sucks.
Jesus fucking Christ, this woman, she sucks and lets out a shivering moan that goes straight to the helmet of my enraged cock, swollen and pressing outward as though it’s going to tear in half, there’s so much stiff tension.
“Yes, these lips. Everything you are, everything you’ll ever be, fucking belongs to me. That’s why I can never let Andrei near you. Not because I’m some good samaritan. Not because I’m one of the good guys. But because you’re mine.”
She lets out another whimper, each noise causing an answering shiver in my cock.
“God, Damian,” she whispers. “You’re a freaking beast.”
“Yes,” I snarl. “I am. I’ve tried to keep it hidden, but here it is. This is me. This is how I feel. This is what you are.”
“W-what?”
“My prey,” I snarl, grabbing her ass cheeks in big handfuls, squeezing until she twitches against me. “I forget to mention this ass of yours. Jesus, it’s so round, so juicy, so big.”
“Big?” she murmurs.
“In a good way—in a perfect way,” I snap, sensing some discomfort in her. “In fact, turn around.”