Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
His name escaped my lips, a plea for more, more of his touch, more of his dominance. His eyes flashed with delight at my submission, his grip on my throat tightening just a little more. “Good girl.”
I knew I was crossing a line - an unthinkable boundary - but I couldn't deny the intense pleasure surging through my veins. My body arched off the bed in ecstasy as he pounded into me. Could feel the headboard hitting the wall behind us as he drove into me, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was both primal and possessive. The mattress beneath us groaned under our combined weight as he pinned me down.
His tongue traced the pulse point on my neck before moving towards my lips again. I moaned his name, melting under his touch. The scent of sex and desire clung to us like a second skin, driving us both wild. My vision began to blur, and I felt myself teetering on the brink of consciousness.
Just as I felt myself slipping away, he released his grip, allowing me to gulp in a ragged breath. The feeling of relief was intense, and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I felt myself slipping away into darkness. I wasn’t sure how long I passed out, but as I came to, I realized that he was still inside me, still thrusting hard and deep.
My body was wracked with pleasure, and I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and I knew that I never wanted it to end. He continued to fuck me with an intensity that bordered on savagery. I could feel another orgasm building, my muscles tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” I could barely utter a word, but I nodded vigorously, my throat dry and hoarse.
He gripped my throat tighter, and I felt the familiar sensation of danger creeping up on me. But this time, it wasn't fear that coursed through my veins, but rather anticipation. I was at his mercy, completely vulnerable and open to him. With each thrust, he reminded me just how much power he held over me.
My mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, desire and terror, love, and hate. It was a mix that left me gasping for breath, trembling with need. I cried out helplessly, each movement pushing me closer to the edge. The sensation felt almost otherworldly, like I was no longer in control of my own body. I came harder than I ever had before. My body convulsed, and I screamed out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't stop, though, still pounding into me as I rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm.
It was as if he were possessed, driven by an insatiable hunger that only I could quench. As soon as both of my hands were free, I slipped them over his powerful back to his hips, guiding him deeper inside me. His sweat-slick skin sliding against my fingers, his muscles flexing with every thrust.
I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, in sync with mine, as we reveled in this primal union. "You're mine," he ground against my lips, the word a fierce declaration of ownership.
"Fuck," I whimpered, feeling as if I could come apart at any moment. I gripped his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more as every inch of my body burned for him. He didn’t hesitate, his movements fierce and unrelenting as he drove me over the edge. My breath came in ragged gasps, my mind barely able to process the intensity as I shattered beneath him.
But he didn’t stop.
Repeatedly, he took me there, each time more consuming than the last, until I was lost to him completely, my body trembling with the sheer force of it all. His name fell from my lips in breathless whispers like a revered prayer. The night stretched on, time blurring as the moon gave way to the early light of dawn, as if the world outside didn’t exist.
When he needed a reprieve with his cock, he used his mouth or fucked my throat until he got hard again.
As the sun began to crest the sky, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow, his pace finally slowed, his breath ragged and heavy as he pressed his forehead to mine. My body was utterly spent, every muscle limp beneath him, my mind hazy with exhaustion and satisfaction.. He pulled me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as our breathing synchronized, the world outside slipping further away.
His lips brushed my temple as he whispered softly in the Isle’s native tongue, his voice low and reverent, like I was the most precious thing he had ever held. He murmured something that felt ancient, like a vow or a promise made in a language far older than us. I didn’t need to understand the meaning to feel the weight of them, the possessiveness, the devotion that seeped through his every word.