Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
"More," I plead, fisting my hands in his hair. "I need more."
He groans against my skin, the tip of his tongue pushing against the tight ring of muscle. It resists the intrusion for a long moment, fighting against him, refusing to let him in. But Naz refuses to be denied…and so do I.
His tongue slips inside, claiming. Conquering.
The sharp sting gives way to blistering pleasure.
I sob in ecstasy, mindless, boneless. His in a way that shouldn't feel this fucking good.
I chant his name, sobbing it like it's the only damn thing I know.
He spears his tongue into my asshole, forcing it deeper, fighting for every atom of space he claims as he fucks me with it. Possesses me. Unmakes and breaks me.
He groans against me, and the vibration of sound resonates through my body, amplifying the explosions already ripping me apart at the seams.
I shatter, falling into a million jagged pieces. Gushing all over his face as tidal waves of ecstasy crash over me.
In a split second, I'm flat on my back on the bed, pinned beneath his weight. Every inch of him seams to me, holding me down, and I fucking love the way it feels to be this consumed by him, to be held down by him, completely at his mercy.
He pants above me, his amber eyes on fire as he stares down at me, an inferno raging in his eyes. "Fucking perfect," he rasps, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of my lips. "God, mi alma. You're perfect."
I tremble at his praise…and then tremble again when he wraps a firm hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp.
My eyes fly to his as he yanks my leg up over his hip, opening me up to him. His cock slips through my folds, grinding against my clit before he notches himself at my entrance.
"Are you ready to break for me, princesa?"
"Yes," I gasp, arching, straining toward him, desperate and eager.
I expect him to be rough, to take me hard and fast, to pound into me until I shatter. To fuck me with the same ruthless intensity he does everything else. But Naz is many things. Cruel to me isn't one of them.
When he presses forward, he's gentle. Reverent.
His eyes bore into mine as he pins me down and stretches me open slowly, carefully. Even then, the sheer size of him burns. I gasp, my nails scoring into his broad back, my teeth sinking into his shoulder. But the pain is sweet, fleeting. One I don't want to end.
"Breathe, little one," he croons, his lips against my skin. "Just breathe through it. I've got you."
I inhale a shaking breath as he continues to press forward, inch by torturous inch. When he's finally buried to the hilt, splitting me open at the seams, he goes completely still, giving me time to adjust.
His eyes meet mine, molten and hungry. But there's no mistaking the soft reverence there, either. The complete adoration.
"You feel like heaven," he rasps, brushing his lips against mine. "So fucking tight and perfect around my cock."
"Naz," I whimper, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. He's breaking me, but not in the way I expected. This side of him, this sweetness…God, he's perfect in a way that hurts.
"Are you ready for more, little one? Ready for me to fucking destroy you?"
"Yes," I gasp, quivering on the edge of something vast, something so powerful it's terrifying. It feels like forever. But what do I know about forever? What does that even look like in our world? He may have made a different choice today, but we're still predator and pawn. I'm still who I am…and he's still who he is.
But even so, I think it looks like this. It looks like him.
"Good." His lips skim along my cheek, seeking my ear. His breath blows hot against the shell of it. "Then let me hear that pretty voice, Brynna. I want you to fucking scream while I fuck my way into your soul. It belongs to me."
Oh, God… No, not God. Nazario.
His eyes meet mine as he withdraws almost all the way and then slams back inside me, bottoming out. I scream just like he wanted as ecstasy pours through my veins, igniting in a liquid rush.
"Fuck," he groans, intense pleasure flaring in his eyes. "Scream like that again, Brynna."
His hips snap against mine a second time, the force of it shaking the bed beneath us. I throw my head back, shouting his name as another wave of ecstasy pours through me.
"That's it," he whispers. "Just like that, princesa. Let the whole fucking world hear you falling apart on my cock."
I sob his name, clawing down his back deep enough to draw blood as I cling to him, completely at his mercy. Except…he has none as he fucks me so hard and deep stars burst behind my eyelids.