Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
No one hurts Rai under my watch. Not even one of my own.
I brush my lips against her forehead, and she lets out a sigh.
It’s not even a sexual sound, but my dick resurrects back to life, demanding another worshipping session at her altar.
Her lips are parted, begging for my cock between them.
Since I can’t do that while she’s asleep, I slide down the bed, pushing the sheets out of the way, and settle at the foot on my knees.
Pulling her legs apart, a sense of utter animalistic possession takes hold of me at the view of my dried seed between her legs.
She tried to clean herself, but I didn’t let her erase the evidence of my ownership. She eventually forgot about it when she lost the battle to sleep.
I run my fingers over the silky skin of her thighs, stopping at each hickey I decorated her with. She’s my canvas, and I’m the only brush that will touch her.
As I watch her, splayed out and marked, the need to own her again ripples under my skin and crunches against my bones. No idea if it’s an obsession or an addiction, or both. All I know is that the urge is burning me from the inside out.
It’s darkness, and it’s probably wrong considering my plans, but I don’t give two fucks about right or wrong now.
Not that I ever did.
I slowly slide her to the edge and place her legs over my shoulders. She’s out of it and doesn’t even stir.
Parting her folds with my fingers, I thrust my tongue straight inside her. She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever had: sweet, a bit naïve, and so bloody feisty it drives me bonkers.
Rai bucks off the bed, a moan spilling from her lips as her eyes shoot open. At first, she studies her surroundings with a confused expression. Then, when her bright blue eyes meet mine, they widen.
“K-Kyle…? What are you…oh, holy shit…” Her words trail off when I tease her clit with my thumb and index finger as I eat the fuck out of her entrance.
Her back arches and her glorious tits remain suspended in midair for my viewing pleasure. Her fingers latch onto my hair, and I revel in the sting of her pulling on it. She’s fighting her orgasm and losing.
The faster my rhythm becomes, the louder her moans turn. She doesn’t last long. She can’t.
Her head rolls back as she screams my name. But then, her gaze returns to mine as she rides out her orgasm, almost like she doesn’t want to break eye contact.
She’s my princess for a reason.
“Did you come already?” I speak against her folds, making sure she sees me licking her sweet taste off my lips. “I was only getting started.”
“A-again?” Her voice is slightly sleepy, slightly aroused, and fuck if I know why that’s such a turn-on.
“Again and again.” I place kiss after kiss on her pussy. “And fucking again.”
Her face turns a pale shade of pink. “S-stop kissing me there.”
I climb onto her body and imprison both her wrists above her head. “Then should I kiss you here?”
I capture her lips with a roughness that leaves her gasping. I don’t only kiss her, I consume her. I suck her tongue, bite on it until the skin nearly breaks, then latch onto her lips until she’s whimpering.
Obsession. This is so fucking close to being obsessed.
And because I am, I can’t stop. I reach between us and position my dick at her entrance.
Rai tries to say something, but I don’t release her lips. I can’t. It’s like my surroundings are black and she’s the only light I can see, the only sound I can hear, the only bloody thing I can taste with my whole body.
I thrust balls deep inside her, causing her to slide on the bed. Her fingers sink into the palm of her hand, and she squeals into my mouth but doesn’t attempt to pull away.
I try telling myself that she’s sore, that I’m big, that I should take it easy on her, but the moment I have her near me, my beast-like nature takes charge and the only thing I can do is possess her, own her, tie her to me in every sense of the fucking word.
My thrusts start slow because I don’t want to hurt her any more than this. While I have an impeccable record of self-restraint, all of that is null and void when it comes to this woman.
My wife.
She is now my wife.
All I want to do is unleash myself whole on her—the bad and the ugly included—but I know that will only confirm her suspicions about me and give her an incentive to leave me.
So I do the only other thing I can think of: I make her mine, because I’m that selfish, because the cards I was dealt fucking suck.