Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
My entire world spins as if it’s been tossed into a snow globe. A soft gasp passes my lips when he moves between my legs, one hand moving, cradling the back of my head while the other guides him to my entrance.
I clamp up, my muscles tightening as he slides the mushroom head through my juices, and over my clit. The touch against my clit ignites a fire inside of me. All you need is a spark to start a forest fire, and Julian is my spark.
Pressing a kiss to my chin, he pushes against my entrance, the thick head of his cock slips inside, and I bite my lip, waiting with bated breath for him to plow into me. I wrap my arms around him, bringing him closer, and he slides in a little deeper.
Air swooshes from my lungs, and our eyes collide. Flexing his hips forward, he slides in the rest of the way, and my nails sink into his skin as my hips lift, my body trying to escape the overly full intrusion.
“So fucking tight and perfect,” he murmurs.
Leaning down, his hot mouth circles one of my nipples, and I mewl into the room at the sensations that slam into me. His tongue flicks against the hard peak, and then he nips at it, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, distracting me from the pain in my core.
My channel slowly adapts to the fullness, and Julian groans.
“I’m going to start moving.” He sighs against my skin. I can see the sweat beading his forehead, his shoulders bunch together, the muscles tightening, giving away how tense he is. He’s holding himself back for me, giving me a chance to find pleasure even within the pain, it makes me want to give back to him, to prove how much I want this. I lift my hips, seeking out his thrust as he pulls out and slams back in, his balls pressing against my ass.
Pleasure and pain collide like a cosmic phenomenon, a star being born.
His hand in my hair tightens, and he lifts my head, bringing our foreheads together. Our hot breaths mingle in the space between us, his manly scent surrounding me. His eyes lock on mine, and he growls, upping his pace, rocking his hips forward, owning another piece of me without knowing it.
My lips part and a whimper escapes, this is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
A darkness flashes in his eyes, and he starts moving faster, pistoning his hips, pressing me harder into the mattress. The air seeps from my lungs as the pleasure and pain blend together, becoming one.
“Fuck, yes… I can feel you tightening…” Julian curls his lip, and plows into me again and again, swiveling his hips and hitching my leg a little higher, driving his cock deep, so deep that it feels like he’s breaking me in two.
An orgasm builds inside of me, but it’s just out of reach.
“I need more,” I pant, wanting to come badly.
Knowing exactly what I need, he snakes a hand down between our bodies and presses his thumb against my clit. It’s just the right amount of friction, and combined with his harsh thrusts, I explode, squeezing his cock so tightly his features fill with pain.
He thrusts through my orgasm, rutting into me until he finds his own release, his eyes bleeding into mine, the intensity within them knocking the air from my lungs. I can see into his soul, and it makes me want him more.
“I… I love you,” I whisper the words that just flow out of me like an overflowing sink.
His lips brush against mine, and I feel his sticky warm release dripping out of me and down his length.
“I know,” he pants and trails a finger down the side of my face.
Slowly, he pulls out of me, and I wince, shifting uncomfortably against the sheets. Peering down between my legs, he stares, and I look down to see what he’s looking at. My mouth goes dry when I see the proof of my virginity, and our combined juices against my thighs and the sheet.
“Come, my queen,” he offers me a hand, dragging my attention away from the sheets.
“Your queen?” I place my hand in his.
“Yes, my queen.” He places a gentle kiss against my hand, his eyes twinkle like rare jewels.
The air between us is different, and I feel as if I gave him the most sacred part of who I am, expecting him to protect and guard it. Will he guard it? Will he shelter me? I know he’ll protect me against his enemies, even against my father, but who will protect me from him?
Julian doesn’t love. He just takes, and while I’m left exposed to him, part of him is still hiding. How do I get him to break free and love me back?