Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
She felt intensely vulnerable, knowing she wouldn’t be able to see Drake when he entered the room since she was faced away from the doorway, and she wondered if he’d purposely instructed her so that he would have the element of surprise. She already knew he wanted—demanded—the upper hand in everything.
Then she wondered if she’d hurried too much and how long she would have to wait there in this position because Drake hadn’t been specific about how many phone calls he had to make or how long they’d take. Again, something he likely had done to draw out her anticipation.
Her entire body was on fire, tingling, as she imagined what he would do, how he would touch her, how rough and demanding he would be. She remembered his warning after he’d made love to her that first night. That she’d needed it like it should have been her first time but it wouldn’t always be like that with him.
She shivered, far from being afraid. She found herself eager to feel the moment when he unleashed his power on her. She should be afraid and yet she couldn’t summon true fear of him. She feared the unknown, not knowing exactly what he planned, but she didn’t fear him.
It had taken months for Eddie to coax her into his bed, and even then, despite thinking that he was “the one,” she hadn’t truly wanted to take that step with him. Now, she realized she hadn’t completely trusted him, and rightly so. And yet after mere hours in Drake’s presence, he’d given her a mind-blowing orgasm and then he’d made such exquisite love to her that Eddie, or rather her experience with Eddie, was nothing more than a distant and fast-fading memory. An unwanted one at that.
She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the euphoria slowly creeping over her body, leaving her in a lethargic, passion-induced fog. So immersed was she in that warm, hazy cloud that she didn’t immediately register Drake’s presence in the room. Not until he wrapped his hand in her hair, bunching the strands together in his grasp and pulling slightly so her head came up was she fully aware of the fact that he was standing right behind her.
Then he pushed forward, forcing her face to the mattress, instructing her to turn so her cheek was pressed against the bed and she could breathe. Then to her utter astonishment, he pulled both her hands behind her to rest in the small of her back and began looping rope around both wrists, tightly restraining her.
A protest lodged in her throat and she swallowed it away, refusing to show any resistance to the first display of Drake’s dominance. Sexually. The forceful way he had her do his bidding excited her. That she had absolutely no control over the situation only heightened her anticipation. Already her breaths were coming in small pants. Every muscle in her body was rigid. Her nipples were so rigid that any pressure against them was sheer torture, and a pulse had begun between her legs that had her twisting restlessly in an effort to relieve the ache.
“Do not move,” Drake said harshly, causing her to jump and refocus.
He reinforced his dictate with a sharp smack to her bottom. At first it stunned her as fire spread over the cheek he’d not so delicately spanked, but almost as soon as the burn and the pain began, pleasure immediately took over, sending a warm glow over her skin. She was dizzy, balancing on the razor’s edge between pain and pleasure, and Drake was apparently an expert in knowing a woman’s limits.
She closed her eyes at that thought or it would ruin her entire night. She didn’t want to know how many women had come before her or would come after. She only wanted to experience all the pleasure Drake could give her, no matter how long their relationship lasted.
His palms massaged the globes of her bottom and then his fingers dipped low, one sliding inside her vagina, and he delicately fingered the walls as they desperately clenched around him, wanting more, wanting him. Not just his fingers. She wanted all of him.
Now that she knew she could accommodate his size, she was eager to enjoy his possession of her as often as she could. Because she knew deep in her heart that there would never be another man who would pleasure her as Drake would. There would never be another man so in tune with her who would go to such great lengths to give her what she wanted and needed.
“Tonight is for me,” he murmured. “There will not be a single part of your body that will not bear the mark or feel of my possession. I’m going to brand you so there is no question as to whom you belong to, body and soul.”