Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
I’m never letting you go.
You’re mine, Clarissa.
His virgin woman. Clarissa was all his and he wasn’t going to let her go.
He pressed kisses to her cheek. “I’ve got you.”
Clarissa wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly.
Her pussy was so tight and so wet. He didn’t want to let her go. She was a fucking dream, just as he knew she would be. He took several deep breaths, counted to ten, then to twenty, to keep himself under control. He wasn’t going to hurt her.
Time ticked by, but Axe didn’t care. He was happy to just hold her, waiting for the pain to ebb. Clarissa hadn’t moved, but then he felt her hands stroking down his back. The tips of her fingers caressed his ass, stroked over the curve of his ass cheek, then back up.
She kissed his cheek, then toward his neck.
He lifted and looked down at her. She had tears in her eyes, and he hated to see them. There was also evidence of tears having already fallen from her eyes. He cupped her face and wiped his thumbs beneath each eye.
“I never wanted to hurt you,” he said.
“I know.”
He gritted his teeth.
“But, Axe, it doesn’t hurt right now.” She gave a little wriggle, and he tensed up as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock.
He growled. “Fuck, baby, stop.”
She gave a little giggle. “No. There’s no pain, and I want to know what comes next.” She looked so sexy and so tempting, especially with her bright red cheeks. “Show me, Axe. Show me what I’ve been missing.”
Axe looked down at her for several seconds and then, one by one, he took her hands, locking them either side of her head, and pressing them toward the bed.
He was going to show her.
Clarissa was going to become addicted to his touch. He was going to make her addicted to everything that was him.
Chapter Seven
The following morning, Clarissa looked at the man that had his arms wrapped around her. The last twenty-four hours had been a dream. She didn’t dare move, for fear she’d wake up and the harsh reality of their quiet life would come back. Her body felt so warm.
When he’d taken her virginity, it had hurt, there was no denying it. She had been determined not to tell him or show that it had hurt, but she’d hadn’t been able to hide it. There had been quite a lot of pain. All the books said a woman’s first time was painful, but she had hoped that was all fiction.
Clarissa hated the tears and the tiny scream she’d been unable to contain. But she loved how he’d wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to him. She loved feeling his body next to hers. He was so much bigger than her, but she felt safe and protected when he hugged her. She loved being so close to him, with nothing keeping them apart.
Then, Axe had showed her that the pain aside, sex could be even better. Feeling him thrusting inside her, the length of his cock going hard and deep within her, she hadn’t been able to think. All she could do was feel, and that was even better than what she imagined. She didn’t want him to stop. And he hadn’t, and she had felt his release as he filled her.
Afterward, he’d been so sweet, carrying her to the bathroom, which had freaked her out. No one had carried her in their arms. She was not light, not by any means, but Axe was strong. He placed her as if she was a piece of delicate china onto the toilet and filled the bathtub with some salts. He took care of her and wouldn’t let her move.
Axe had then gone and taken care of the bed. She had seen the small specks of blood, the evidence of her virgin state. When he finished, he came back to the bathroom and joined her.
Axe was attentive as he washed her body, and he took his time. She knew he was allowing her time to relax in the water. She had no idea if a heavily scented bath helped, but she did feel relaxed. She doubted it had anything to do with the bath, and everything to do with being in his arms.
After their shower, the scent of her casserole filled the house, as did the dogs, desperate for their toilet breaks. They went downstairs, and she served them some dinner while Axe took the dogs out to do their business.
They ate at the table, but Axe wouldn’t let her be too far away. The meat was so tender, as were the vegetables, that she didn’t need to use both hands to cut up the meal. Axe held one of her hands, and with the other, she scooped meat and vegetables onto a spoon and ate heartily.