Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 131708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
A pretty flush stained her skin, sweeping up the valley between those full breasts he intended to get his hands on. Fuck, he wanted to drink from those breasts. From her throat. Her inner thighs. Anywhere and everywhere.
He wouldn’t—couldn’t—do it tonight, but soon.
Glassy eyes watched him as he moved to the foot of the bed. “Fuck me. Now.”
“Not yet.” Planting his fists on the bed, Viper curled over her and captured her nipple with his mouth. He suckled, licked around it, dragged his teeth over it, suckled again. He drank in every moan and whimper and gasp.
He moved lower, leaving suckling kisses along her belly, not bothering to check his teeth; wanting her to feel the sting.
“Enough playing,” she hoarsely ordered.
“I’m not playing. I’m indulging.”
“Indulge later.” Ella pressed her nails into his shoulders, feeling a little desperate. She was hot. Too hot. And more than ready to come.
He ignored that and went to his knees on the floor. Then his mouth was on her pussy and, fuck it all, did he have to be good at everything? Her eyes fell shut as he devoured her. He pulled her under with every wicked swipe or pump of his tongue, every light scrape or nip of his teeth, every soft rhythmic suckle on her clit.
Hot zings of sensation skipped over her skin and set fire to her nerve-endings. It wasn’t long before her release hit her, sending white-hot bliss winding through her body.
Straightening, Viper deftly tackled his fly one-handed, tore open a small packet, and rolled on a condom. He joined her on the bed, lowered his body over hers, and lodged the broad tip of his cock inside her. “Believe me when I say I am going to fucking defile you tonight.”
Ella flinched as he crammed every thick inch of his shaft into her pussy with one brutal thrust. Jesus. She clung to his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
“You’re not moving. Why aren’t you moving?”
Because Viper was battling his entity for supremacy. It wanted to surface, take over, take her over.
You’ll scare her, he reminded it. We go slow, or we lose her.
It backed down, grumbling its displeasure.
Viper smoothly reared his hips back, gritting his teeth as her pussy clamped down on him. “When we fucked at my club … that was fast. This won’t be.”
He slammed his cock home. That’s what she was to him. Home.
He pounded into her hard, unleashing the knot of dark emotions inside him. Every bit of want and greed and possessiveness and love.
His entity blasted him with a sensory memory: Blood, warm and addictive and spicy with magick.
Viper clenched his jaw, the burn of thirst tickling the back of his throat. The bastard was trying to tempt him to feed from her. He clamped his jaw shut and wrestled back his thirst—the frustration of that only made him fuck her harder.
“Viper,” she rasped, her inner walls rippling and heating. Then she came.
He didn’t stop. Kept ramming his dick into her. Soon enough, she came again. He still didn’t stop. He drove her higher and higher, until he sensed it building in her once more. “Come.”
She shook her head. “I can’t,” she breathed. “Not again.”
“You can. You will.”
She did.
Ella imploded with a hoarse scream, digging the heels of her feet into his lower back, absently aware of him jackhammering into her with a rumbly snarl. He pitched his hips forward one last time, lodging his dick impossibly deep, and then she felt his cock throb as he filled the condom.
She melted into the mattress, all hollowed out. He sagged over her, burying his face in her throat. Neither of them moved for long moments. But then, keeping her with him, he rolled onto his back.
Sprawled over him, she lifted her head, finding her gaze drawn to the ink on his neck. There was a lot of it. Curves, lines, symbols, runes, images. She skimmed a finger down the scythe there, following it down to where a bunch of other symbols were inked into the skin right above his heart. “I don’t recognize these.”
“They’re ancient writings that are only used in the upper realm.”
Cocking her head, she met his gaze again, curious as to what he’d have stamped over his heart. “What does this bit say?”
He waited a beat, pursing his lips. “Maybe I’ll tell you some other time.”
Yeah, she’d heard that before. She gave him the same response she had last time: “And maybe you’re full of shit.”
“Maybe,” he said, his lips bowing up.
Feeling his softening cock slip out of her, she told him, “I have to go clean up.”
“I want a hand in that.” After removing and disposing of the condom, he carried her to the shower. Under the hot spray, he washed her down … only to then eat her out right there, after which he fucked her again. So they had to clean up once more before they finally left the stall.