Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
His cock is enormous. I’ve felt it against me, but I’d yet to see it. It’s not just long enough to reach his belly button, but it’s much thicker than I imagined. The tip glistening with need.
I blush. Heat rising in my neck and face as he places his hands on both sides of my head. I lift my hips again, and when my clit brushes up against his hardness covered in softer than soft skin, we both moan.
I was pretending to want him before. That my reaction to him was just nature. Biology. It was the biggest lie I’ve ever told even if it was only to myself. Because this thing between us, this electrical charge that sparks every time we’re in the same room, there isn’t anything usual about it.
There sure as shit isn’t anything natural about it either.
I want Smoke. There’s no denying it. Not when it’s him I imagined touching me when I came. Not when I can’t fucking breathe. Not when he possesses the ability to hurt me as badly as he did.
Not when I possess that same power.
If Smoke was holding back from me before, he isn’t anymore.
The look in his eyes is downright wicked. His biceps and shoulders flex as he holds his arms on both sides of me, bracing himself, hovering just above me.
He’s watching me as he swipes his thumb over my lip. I close my eyes and lean into his touch. He growls deep within his throat, then covers my lips and my body with his.
Smoke doesn’t bother uncuffing me. There isn’t time. The need between us sizzles in the air. Igniting the friction between us like a flint causing a spark. His kiss is hard and brutal, and I return it with all that I have. Our tongues aren’t dancing. They’re fighting a battle both of us know we are destined to lose yet neither of us will be the first to give up the fight.
His hand travels down between my legs while his tongue strokes mine, he circles my already sensitive clit over and over again, bringing me right back to the brink then stopping. He does this again and again while never taking his lips from mine. I’m dizzy. My heart’s slamming in my chest. My stomach is so tight it’s about to burst at any moment.
Our kiss is passionately chaotic. “Please,” I beg against his mouth between kisses and nips. I’m terrified and anxious but above all else is the pulsing need to have him inside of me.
His lips move to my neck, and he sucks and licks the skin behind my ear. I feel it everywhere. Wetness has pooled between my legs. The sheets underneath me are soaked. “I think you need to be taught a lesson,” Smoke growls. “When I said you were mine, I meant it.”
“Yes. Please,” I beg again as he goes lower and sucks a nipple into his mouth. I cry out, loudly, not caring who hears or what happens. “I need to. I need to…” I trail off, not remembering anything I was saying when one long finger enters me, stroking my inner wall. I’m shaking. Trembling. I’m on the verge of full on convulsing when he stops.
“When you come again, it will be wrapped around my cock and when I say so. You may think you have some control here, hellion. But you don’t.”
I buck my hips in response, both in frustration and retaliation.
He chuckles against my skin. “That’s it, hellion. Fight me. Just be warned,” he grips my hips so tightly I see stars. “I fight back.”
He releases my hips and rocks against me, rubbing his shaft over my clit again and again until I’m seeing stars. It’s pure fucking amazing torture. A pleasurable agony.
I look down between us at his massive erection and a thought occurs to me.
“You’re going to break me,” I say, against his lips, feeling a sudden shock of panic take hold.
He smirks. “Yes, I am.”
Smoke kisses me again. It’s deeper, more frantic this time. Our tongues start the tortuous dance once more when his shaft leaves my clit long enough to line himself up with my entrance. He lifts my hips up off the mattress.
“I’ve never—” I begin to say.
“I know. That’s about to change.” Smoke surges into me with a strangled roar. His face tight. His neck chorded.
I grimace. The pain is like breaking glass and scratching. I’m breaking from the inside out. I’m being split in half.
“It’s only fair that I break you,” Smoke groans, seating himself fully inside me. He looks me in the eyes. “Since you’ve already broken me.”
He reaches between us and rubs my clit while he thrusts into me again, ignoring my cries of pain until they slowly turn into cries of pleasure. He moves his lips from my neck to my ear back to my lips and down to my nipple. He uses his hands to guide my hips up to meet his thrusts allowing him to go deeper each time until I’m so full of Smoke he’s all I can feel. All I can see. All I can smell. All I can think about.