Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I pause for a moment to make sure this is what I want and that I’m ready. There’s no panic or disgust as I lock eyes with him.
“Take your time, Abigail. Don’t force yourself.”
Jesus, I love this man.
Reaching down, I unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper. I take a deep breath as I push the fabric open so I can see his lower abdomen and the perfect V carved from his hips to his pelvis.
The sight is so hot I don’t hesitate to reach beneath the fabric. Wrapping my hand around his thick girth, I pull his hard-on free.
I stare at his manhood and wait for the horror to hit, but there’s nothing, just like when I saw him naked in the shower.
I’m not broken.
It’s the last thought I have before I’m taken over by my desire for him.
“You can move,” I order. “Touch me.”
Nikolai takes hold of my dress and tugs it up. I lift my arms, letting the fabric pass over my head. He drops the dress on the side of the couch before skimming his knuckles over my hardened nipple.
Our mouths crash together, and the wild passion we had before the attack explodes to life.
I let go of his cock, and wrapping my arms around his neck, I begin to rub my clit against his hard-on. The friction makes my abdomen clench.
I kiss Nikolai with everything I feel for him. Combustible passion. Eternal gratefulness. Undying love.
His hands move greedily over my body, tweaking my nipples before he grips my ass.
“Christ,” he growls. “You’re so fucking hot.”
His words make me feel sexy and give me back my confidence.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moan, my voice needy.
Nikolai reaches down between us and positions his hardness at my entrance. “Eyes on me, Abigail.”
I obey, looking deep into his darkened irises.
“Are you ready, Malyshka?”
“Yes,” I answer loud and clear, confidence lacing the word.
He smirks at me as dominance pours off him. “Do you need my cock, baby?”
Desire floods every part of my body, making me moan, “Yes.”
I need him to fill me and erase the feel of the monster.
His thumb brushes over my clit, and I jerk from the sharp sensation of pleasure.
I feel his erection stretch my opening, then he stops and asks, “You good?”
“No,” I groan. “You’re killing me by going so slow.”
Nikolai thrusts hard but only manages to enter me a couple of inches.
“Christ, how the fuck did you get tighter,” he grumbles, his features drawing tight.
I lift myself a little before pushing down on his cock, taking him all the way. It feels like he hits my stomach, and I’m impossibly full.
“Jesus,” I gasp. “You fill me so good.”
My words unravel Nikolai. He grabs my ass again and starts to thrust with so much strength the friction threatens to set me on fire.
“Yes,” I whimper, my eyes never leaving his. “God, yes.”
Only Nikolai can feel this good inside me. I swear he’s trying to brand me as he fucks me raw. The heat between us burns the ghost of my trauma to ashes.
Unable to do anything but enjoy the ride, I cry, “Harder.”
His fingers dig into my ass, and as he thrusts up, he yanks me down. I feel pain from him hitting me so deep and let out a satisfied moan.
I move my hands to his shoulders, and holding on tight, I start to slam down on top of him with all my strength, greedy for more pain and pleasure.
The sounds spilling from my lips are obscene as I fuck the man I’m obsessed with.
“Come, Abigail,” he growls, clearly about to orgasm by the judge of the strain on his face.
My movements grow erratic, and my body convulses, overpowering pleasure seizing me. I scream from how intense the orgasm is while my nails dig into his shoulders.
Nikolai’s features tense, and I feel him swell inside me. His body jerks three times as he thrusts hard and deep, his own orgasm hitting.
Sparks of pleasure keep shooting through me, and I slump against his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck again, breathless and satisfied.
Nikolai holds me tightly to him, his thursts slowing down until he stills inside me.
Thank you, Jesus.
With my mouth near Nikolai’s ear, I whisper, “I love you. Not because you have a magical cock, but because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man.”
He pushes me back until our eyes lock, then demands, “Say it again.”
A smile curves my lips. “I love you, Nikolai Vetrov.”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
With him still buried deep inside me, he stares at me for a while before asking, “No demons?”
I shake my head. “Not with you inside me.”
A smile curves his lips. “That makes me happy, baby.”
“Not half as happy as I am,” I wiggle on his lap, drawing a groan from him.
Suddenly he grabs my ass and stands up. I quickly lock my legs around him, mourning the loss of his cock when he slips out of me.