Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I reach under the blanket and touch between her legs. She is soaking through her panties, and I growl. I’m so damn hungry for her. Ripping the panties as if they’re merely paper, I breathe with relief as she automatically lets her legs fall open for me.
“Good girl,” I praise, kissing the roundness of her stomach, her thighs, and then my lips land on her clit. Fuck me, she tastes like mine. It’s like she has grown so accustomed to me that she tastes like her with a dash of me. Maneuvering between her legs, I settle myself there, and she leaks for me. Licking from her hole to her clit, I kiss her there, and she cries out my name.
Peering up but leaning my head down, I grin at her like the devil himself. “You taste so good, baby.”
She starts to rub her breasts, and I envy those hands, so I reach up and grip her breast, pinch the nipple, and dive between her legs again. I nip each of her pussy lips, then lick circles around her entrance, before I start to fuck her with my tongue. Taking my hand from her breast, I wrap it around her thigh and use it as leverage, so I can gain friction on my cock and still fuck her pussy with my pointed tongue.
“It’s not enough, Nico. This isn’t enough!” she cries out, and I stop… reluctantly. I sit up and remove my shirt, and she admires my body, taking in all the ridges.
“This is more than enough. In fact, it’s too much, Emelia. The way I need you.”
She starts to cry, and I hate the sight of her losing her fucking mind. She doesn’t understand love, not that I do either, but I have seen love enough to recognize it between us. Emelia has never had it, and that makes this so fucking hard on her.
“You are too much for me.”
“No, Emelia. We are just right. You’re scared of this, because you don’t understand it. Let me fucking show you. Let me spoil you with me. With fucking love.”
For a minute, she keeps her eyes on mine without a word, and I wait on the edge of my seat the entire time.
“Please,” she gives in, a longing so deep in her soul that she needs to feel it. I stand and move to the side of the bed to finish undressing. We watch one another, and I see the tears falling from the corners of her eyes. There is so much I want to do to take the stress away from her, but I only know this way. The words don't come naturally to me. The emotions, they are limited, but the physical touch, that is endless. I can give her all of me in our sacred fucking. Finally naked, I climb back between her legs, and I align myself with her entrance.
“You ready, pretty baby?”
“Yes. Please,” she begs. As I enter her slowly, her head slides back against the pillow, and we both let out sounds of pure relief. We aren’t fucking; we’re connecting. Solidifying our destiny. I kiss her chin and neck while they’re exposed to me. I hit so deep in her that I know she can't take any more.
“Tell me this.” I move in and out slowly, the sound of our joint arousal mixing in the air. That erotic sound will never be one I tire of.
“Yes. Anything.”
“Why aren’t you wearing my shirt, Emelia?” I wasn’t going to let that slide.
“Because…” Her head snaps back up, and she bites her lip as she reaches down to my lower back.
“Because why?” I start to pick up the pace.
“I needed space. If I put that on, I would’ve felt you drowning me,” she admits through a moan. This makes me hurt and angers me all at once.
“What a way to go. If you’re going to die, I would like it to be from you drowning in me.” And then I warn her,“Don’t you ever try to put space between us again. Understood?”
“Nico, please.” I know what she’s begging for, but I need to hear her confession.
“You have to say it, baby,” I tell her.
“I don’t know how to move forward. I don’t know what we will do from here.”
I start to exaggerate my thrusts, making sure she feels it all.“You let me have control. You give up the fight. You have fought this since day one. We both have. Just give me the control to show you what life is going to be for you.”
She finally nods, and I cup her cheek as she does. Her eyes search mine, and she sobs, not stopping her nodding.
“Shh, principessa. You’re mine now. You can surrender to us.”
She closes her eyes, giving in to the pleasure. I push up on one arm, so I can look at her body and watch her enjoy the gratification. My other hand firmly grabs the headboard, and I give her slow but very pronounced thrusts.