Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
But Paloma’s different.
Mate, my bear insists.
She gives me a quick nod, confirming my belief that it wasn’t a real no.
I push her knees wider to kneel between them and grab a pillow to shove under her hips.
“This is so I can take you deep and hard,” I warn her.
“I’ll never submit!” she cries, like the captured princess she pretends to be.
I arch a stern brow. “Oh, you’ll submit, my lovely stolen bride. You’ll submit every night until I fill your womb with my giant Viking baby.”
Paloma laughs breathily. The weight of her tits makes them fall open to the sides. I want to worship her body for the rest of my life.
I lightly slap the side of one of her breasts—not enough to hurt, just enough to surprise her. Her eyes fly to my face and stay glued there, as if she’s watching me to see what I will do next.
I review my words, and realize I don’t actually want to put a big Viking baby inside her. Or rather I do, but she might not want that.
I point a finger at her. “Do not move, princess.” I climb off the bed to grab a condom from my wallet.
She makes a break for it, rolling off the bed on the opposite side.
I flash a wicked smile as I step to the foot of the bed to block her exit. “You’re cornered, princess.”
She throws herself on the bed and log rolls across it. I have to hand it to her, she’s clever, brave, and agile.
It’s hard to imagine how Thompson could’ve kept her prisoner all these years. I find it odd that a woman as bright, stubborn, and bold as she is wouldn’t have found a way out of his clutches before now.
But she won’t escape me. I’m a bear. People think we’re slow and lumbering, but we pack so much power behind every movement that we can travel great distances in a flash. In one step, I arrive at the side of the bed and catch her as she rolls off.
She gasps in my arms, staring up at me with those big brown eyes.
I have to fight the twitching of my lips as I pretend to frown at her. “Now you earned another spanking, princess.”
I toss her back on the bed and roll her to her belly, the pillow perfectly placed under her hips to lift her ass for me.
I give it a few slaps, and she shrieks. I stop and rub away the sting. “Was that what you were looking for, highness?” I squeeze her ass, kneading the soft pillows of her cheeks before delivering three more slaps. “Did you need to feel my hand across your arse?”
“No,” she warbles.
“Liar.” I roll her over and slide my thumb along her slit, making sure she’s still slick and ready for me. My dick aches. I want to bury myself in her perfect pussy.
But this is her first time, and I have to go slow.
“Now I’m going to claim you,” I say. We both know I’m playacting. But, damn, if those words don’t sound just right.
She shudders at my touch.
I rip open the condom wrapper and roll it on. “I’m going to make it good for you, princess. Just let yourself go and let me take control.”
Paloma
Darius looms over me, his powerful muscles flexing as he braces one hand on the bed.
He’s touching me, and I never would’ve thought his blunt fingers could be so gentle. He parts my folds like he’s thumbing open the petals of a flower. He’s made me come twice, so I know what he’s doing.
I lift my bound wrists, and he catches the tie, pinning it to the bed. His quick movement and casual domination combined with the feeling of being restrained makes heat burst between my legs.
“Oh, you like that,” he murmurs. He’s teasing my entrance with a slow, circling finger.
“How do you know?”
“You just got wetter.” He dips a finger inside me, and adds a second, watching my face. There’s an uncomfortable twinge followed by another surge of heat as my body adjusts to the intrusion.
Then he hooks a finger around and rubs my inner wall. My face flushes, and my lips part. My hips rise off the bed as he strokes me in a come-hither motion.
“That’s it, princess.” He releases my wrist to add another finger. I feel myself squeezing around him. Something’s building deep inside me. I have the feeling I’m headed to the tipping point, but I need more stimulation to get there.
“More,” I tell him. “I need more.”
“Like this?” He adds another finger, and I want to rock forward, pushing them deeper in me.
“It’s not enough.”
He pulls out his fingers, and I hum my disapproval. He shows me the glistening digits, then wraps them around his sheathed cock. “Then you’re ready for me.”