Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
She felt him stiffen at her words, but the way his nostrils flared and lust blazed from his dark gaze emboldened her, and looking up at him, she whispered, "Please." And then she arched her neck in silent invitation—-
Aaaaaah!
Even though it was no longer her first time to have Etienne drink her blood, it still didn't fail to make her pulse leap and her heart race the moment she felt his fangs prick her flesh. And just like before, it was inexplicably sweet agony, and this time it was as if he was deliberately making her hear him slurp on her blood, and oh God, was it weird and bad that she found the sound explicitly erotic?
The taste of her blood was richer and flavorful than anything he tasted, and his hunger for her only grew with the way Spencer was arching against his body as if begging him to drink his fill. She was so damn irresistible, her hold on him so fucking powerful that in the end he had to force himself to seal her wound before he ended up drinking more than she could handle.
"No." She couldn't help mewling with protest when she felt him stop drinking her blood. "Please."
"Ssssh. Patience, my little bauble." His fingers worked fast, and in a blink of an eye, both of them were naked, and Etienne could only suck his breath as he was once again gifted with the sight of her naked loveliness.
"Magnific." It was, as always, the only word he could think of as he stared at her ivory curves and pink-tipped breasts. She was too damn magnificent, with every inch of her designed to beckon a man into losing his mind, and so it was also for him, with Etienne struggling to rein his strength in as he slowly reached for one plump globe of flesh.
He heard her shaky intake of breath the moment his fingers squeezed her breast, and he saw her hazel eyes widen when he tightened his hold. With his gaze still on her, he squeezed even harder, and Etienne was immediately rewarded with the way her lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure.
"Tell me what you want, mi vavli."
A shudder rocked Spencer's body at having to answer such a question, but when the pressure of his fingers remained agonizingly still and steady, she couldn't help but give him what he wanted.
"Harder," she choked out.
And it was only then that his fingers squeezed her breast, so hard that it had her gasping at the way he seemed to have mastered the ability to blur the lines between pain and pleasure. Both of her breasts were in his hold now, and the way he was squeezing them with increasing pressure was slowly making her see stars. But just as she felt it was all too much, Etienne seemed to have sensed the same thing, his head already bending down to take a nipple inside of her mouth.
The first feel of his tongue circling the pouting bud had her body buckling and her lips parting to let out another uncontrollable moan. Her hands moved restlessly until they ended up gripping his head, and as he started to suck on each nipple, she found herself moving in unconscious response, her body curving up as if demanding that he take as much of her as he could.
It could've lasted anywhere between seconds and minutes; she had long lost her sense of time, and all she knew was that she wanted more, wanted it to never end because the pleasure his touch evoked was beyond even anything she had ever dreamed of.
By the time he lifted his head, her breasts were completely swollen, and the sheets under her body was drenched with the love juices of her pussy. She was aching and trembling all over, and she could barely breathe when she felt his hand slowly snaking down to pry her legs open so he could settle his big, hard body between them.
Etienne trained his gaze on her face as he slowly started sliding the head of his cock against her folds, and he was treated with the sight of her teeth sinking into her lower lip as her eyes squeezed shut and her face contorted in an expression of acute desire.
And when he slowly started to thrust his cock into her cunt, her eyes flew open and collided his.
"Don't look away," he rasped. "I want you to watch me as I take you."
The all too male incisiveness in his command only fed her arousal, and she found herself actually yearning to do his bidding. Her gaze clung helplessly to his as she slowly felt him take her, his cock pushing past her folds to sink its length inside of her inch by inch by inch by inch—-
Oh God!
Was he just prolonging this to torment her or was it just longing that made her feel this was taking too long or maybe he really just that long—-