Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
His kisses became fervent. He dragged his cock back and then slammed it home, knocking the bed against the wall. I cried out from the exquisite pleasure as more power built. I could feel his dragon doing the mental equivalent of pacing. Ready to finally dominate and mark his female.
My animal purred her delight, pumping more power into the bond. Tantalizing them. Teasing them.
Nyfain dragged his cock back, his lips pressed to mine, his power thrumming around us, and rammed it in. Slowly. Methodically. Again. Again. The only thing that existed was his touch against my fevered flesh.
The buildup was excruciating. I whimpered beneath him, clawing at him. Wanting it faster. More violent. Anything to stop this torturous build.
His hips moved in sure, powerful thrusts. They slapped off my skin. His cock drove in deep.
“Nyfain, no,” I said, not sure what I was responding to.
The magic around us increased. The pressure bore down.
“No, Nyfain, please. No—” I gritted my teeth against the tightness in my body. My hard nipples rubbed against his chest. The pressure ground down on top of us, overbearing and delicious.
“Nyfain.”
“This is why shifters fight before a claiming,” he said in a rough voice, not stopping in his pleasurable assault. “It’s easier to take when you have adrenaline to buffer you. Not for us, princess. We’re going to experience it in its raw form. We’re going to ride this until we are hoarse from coming.”
His hips slammed in again, and lava spread through me, blistering in its heat. Magic vibrated through the air, singing in my blood, scraping against my bones. His kiss took me away as his cock branded my body. I swung my hips up to meet his. I squeezed his waist with my legs. I shook my head from side to side, the pressure getting to be too much.
“Nyfain—”
And still the magic rose. It drove down through me. It spread fire across my skin.
His teeth dragged against my neck.
“Oh!” The rush of climax tore over me, my tight depths gripping him. He groaned, shuddering, coming inside me but not stopping.
He sucked at my neck, not breaking stride. Not speeding up, either. The light pain shivered across my sensitive skin, and another rush of sweet bliss washed over me. He lightly bit, and it happened again, the magic sending delicious pinpricks across my skin.
“Finley,” he said softly, dragging his teeth lower, his hips swinging down. This time, they didn’t stop when they hit me but instead pushed down harder, grinding his cock into me. “Finley,” he whispered again, his control clearly starting to ebb. Our animals threw power back and forth at each other, jubilant, wanting this more than anything.
“Yes, Nyfain,” I said, gripping his hands tightly, feeling a monumental moment approaching. “Yes, please!”
He rammed into me, grinding, and then pulled back and did it again. His movements came faster. His grunts of pleasure increased in volume. The bed rammed against the wall now.
He let go of my hands and braced his hands on my shoulders, pulling down as he thrust up, slamming into me. I cried out, taking so much of him, wanting more.
“Deeper,” I said, panting, my eyes fluttering, my mind lost to the sensation.
He pulled back, grabbed me by my hips, and flipped me. He yanked my ass up and slammed his cock into my cunt. I cried out. He drove down deep and snaked his fist into my hair. One hand gripping my hip, the fingers of his other hand curled in my hair, he rammed into me, the sounds of slick sex filling the air.
He pulled me up by my hair and wrapped his other hand around my throat, trapping me to his body, putting me at his mercy. He thrust up between my legs, his lips on my neck, then his teeth.
I shook within his grasp as another orgasm took me. He shuddered, feeling the squeeze of my pussy and coming with me. Still he kept going, sucking at my neck again, prolonging it, building more power.
The animals worked at it with glee, challenging each other, daring each other, pulling from each other but only to wash more magic through the bond.
I meant to tell him to do it already, that I couldn’t handle the pressure crushing us. I couldn’t handle the power ripping at my flesh. But my words came out unintelligible. Nothing more than whimpers of pleasure so sharp it could cut.
He swung up in mighty thrusts now, our combined releases dripping out and around our efforts. His onslaught took me to a place I hadn’t been before, drifting in a fog of pleasure, cut off from anything tangible. Sensation vibrated across every inch of my body. It filled in all the cracks and dripped down.
“Finley,” he said again, so softly I barely heard him.
His teeth clamped down at the base of my throat, where it met my shoulder, breaking skin. Magic delved down into my body and then exploded outward. It seared over my flesh, the orgasm crashing through me.