Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Lorcan smiled darkly. “Don’t tell me what I believe, Aislinn. But you are right. I’m going to fuck you all night because my cock’s been calling for your sweet pussy from the first moment I saw you. It’s only been getting louder after I made you come so hard, and it’s all the better if I’m following a priest’s advice by doing so, don’t you think?”
He grabbed my hips, killing my comeback as I sucked in a startled breath. Lorcan Devaney wanted to scare me because I’d talked back, and sadly he was succeeding. He shoved aside my panties. His eyes roamed over the strip of red hair on my mound, and despite everything, the lust in his dark green eyes made my core tighten. I could see his cock filling with blood under the thin fabric, growing from impressive to scarily big.
He was like an animal. Untamed, dangerous and wild. God, what had I gotten myself into? Still, arousal frolicked like a playful sea otter in the churning ocean of my fear. My body longed for more of what Lorcan had given me.
“Before our church our marriage isn’t real until we have consummated it. So if you don’t want this, we can still cancel everything. I won’t stop you.”
I peered down at him. He dared me to back out, to run from him. I had a feeling he would chase me if I did, but even so, I had no intention of backing out, even if that meant I’d have to let Lorcan Devaney impale me with his huge cock. I’d make sure to enjoy myself up until that point at least, and then I’d survive what came after. He was a monster and would no doubt enjoy hurting me.
“I chose this marriage,” I said firmly, “to save my family.” I didn’t want him to think I’d actually chosen him.
“That’s good, Aislinn. I’m going to enjoy tonight.” He leaned forward without warning and sucked my nipple into his mouth while gripping my hips with his big hands. “And I know you’re going to enjoy it just as much.” The throb between my legs at the feel of his hot mouth on my breast made a moan slip out, much to my dismay.
Lorcan rumbled his approval against my chest as he worked my nipple, which hardened to a shocking degree under his skilled tongue, and his hand kneaded my other breast. His stubble occasionally scratched over my nipple, and it was an arousing contrast to the soft strokes of his tongue. He took his time with each breast, licking and sucking as if he were devouring a delicious treat, until my fingers clung to his broad shoulders, my legs rubbery, and my core pulsing with need. His eyes were locked on mine, recording every reaction to his touch.
If I’d ever imagined a wedding night with someone like Lorcan, I’d never have considered I’d feel this fire in my core, not even close. Revulsion, fear and contempt, those might have been sensations I’d prepared for, but not the rapid way my sensitive flesh filled with blood and the damp sensation between my legs.
I never knew someone’s hands and mouth on my breasts could bring me close to release, but Lorcan knew exactly how to play my nipples for maximum pleasure.
Lorcan held power over my body, and I was too drunk on the sensation to fight him. He stood suddenly, towering over me in all his terrifying glory. He cupped my throat, tilted my head up so I met his gaze before his mouth descended on mine and his tongue took me captive. His stubble scratched my chin and lips, and it thrilled me even more. I breathed heavily through my nose as I submitted to Lorcan’s kiss. His hold on my throat only added to my arousal. There was nothing romantic about this.
Lorcan dropped his hand from my throat, grabbed me by the hips, lifted me off the ground and threw me down on the bed. The impact squeezed the air from my lungs or else I would have cried out in surprise. He climbed on top of me, kissed me roughly before his mouth snatched up my nipple for a sharp suck. Slowly he worked more of my breast into his mouth, sucking and licking. His dark eyes never left my face. His hand kneaded my other breast, squeezing my nipple between forefinger and thumb, tugging and twisting.
This wasn’t the unpracticed fumbling of Patrick that had my mind wandering to more entertaining places. Lorcan kept my body and mind captive with his demanding touch, and my body responded with a flood of arousal that completely stunned me. Lorcan wandered lower and gripped my panties between his teeth, flashing them at me like a rabid dog before tugging viciously. The sheer fabric ripped and he spit it out, his mouth twisting with a hungry snarl. He lowered his head, shoved my legs even wider apart, and licked my slit from my opening up to my clit.