Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
She hid her face in the space between his shoulder and neck. “Nothing.” Feeling him sigh in exasperation, knowing that he likely wouldn’t stop asking her until she gave him a plausible explanation, Velvet made her move the moment they entered the stateroom and she felt him lowering her to the bed. As quickly as she could, she wriggled out of her bikini bottom and threw it to the floor.
Mykolas gaped. “What the fuck?”
Velvet whispered, “Don’t make me beg.”
He was out of his board shorts in no time and lying on top of her.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Mykolas’ hard body trembled at the kiss, the sensation magnified by the way her breasts brushed against his chest and her long silky legs snaked around his. “You’re a virgin, dammit,” he muttered even as he couldn’t help kissing his way down to her neck, sucking the very same spot he had left a mark on at the museum.
“You should be wanting me to take this gently.”
Velvet’s eyes had fallen close. “No. I don’t want gentle.” It was true. She wanted everything hard, fast, and mind-blowing so that she wouldn’t ever have a free second to think of what this would do to her. She loved him so much. And if they made love, she knew she would love him forever. It was such a stupid risk to take, but she couldn’t help it.
As his lips continued to trail down, Velvet surrendered herself completely to Mykolas’ command. She only allowed herself to feel, and feel she did, moaning as he lovingly kneaded her breasts before sucking on her nipples one at a time. He sucked them so long and so hard she couldn’t stop moaning and writhing under his body, couldn’t stop sinking her fingers into his hair so she could push his head closer to her breast and make him suck harder.
She moaned long and hard when she felt his hands moving, parting her pussy the way he had taught her so long ago. He stroked her, and oh God, but it was a thousand times better than the best orgasm she had when touching herself.
These were Mykolas’ fingers touching her folds and thrusting into her pussy. She no longer had to imagine them, and the realization that her sensual dreams of Mykolas possessing her had finally come true pushed her to the brink of release.
“Mykolas,” she gasped, body arching, hips moving to meet his fingers’ thrusts. “I think I’m gonna come—-”
“Then come, agape mou.” And to make her come, he moved down so he could suck on her clit while fucking her with his fingers.
She screamed, and she was still screaming, her body shaking at the tremors of her orgasm when she felt him settling on top of her. Her dazed eyes opened, meeting his the same moment he nudged her legs wide open with his knees.
And then he was pushing inside her.
“Oh...God...” She couldn’t believe how big he was.
Mykolas’ face was filled with strain, and his teeth were clenched tight as he told her with harsh regret, “This will hurt, Velvet.”
She swallowed. “I don’t mind.” And she didn’t. Because she loved him, and there was no one else she wanted to give herself to.
Mykolas kept his body under rigid control as he pushed his cock further in, bit by bit, doing his best to give Velvet time to get used to his size. But soon, he felt the head of his cock meeting the barrier of her virginity and he knew there was no longer any way to be gentle.
“I’m sorry.”
It was her only warning before Mykolas’ cock broke past her hymen.
She gasped, her face whitening with pain at his possession. She had been prepared for it to hurt, but not that much. And he was not even done. Velvet’s lips parted open in shock, her gaze flying to his face in sheer disbelief as she felt Mykolas continue to push his cock further and further in. Oh my God, how long was he again? Oh my God, if someone measured her from front to back, would she be almost one foot long?
“Just a little more,” Mykolas gritted out.
Velvet looked at him in panic. “I don’t think there’s any space left.”
His hands slid under her body and, gripping her buttocks, he moved her at an angle that allowed him to push his cock fully inside her.
Velvet felt faint. So, so full. Oh my God, she had never imagined she could feel this full with...cock. With Mykolas’ cock.
Mykolas gazed down at her. “Does it still hurt?”
She said baldly, “Yes.”
Her tone would have made him smile if only he wasn’t in such pain himself. Everything in him demanded that he move. She felt so fucking good, so unbelievably tight, that his body was trembling at the effort it took to keep himself still.