Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Fuck me already if you’re a man.”
I know what she’s trying to do. “Provocation isn’t going to work with me, beautiful.”
Grabbing her around the waist with one arm, I shift her up the mattress. When I go down on my side, I bring her body with me, pressing her back to my chest.
“Fuck you, Gabriel!”
She struggles in all earnest, trying to break free, but I trap her in the constraint of my arms.
“Let me go!”
I hold her in place and plant the gentlest of kisses in her neck.
“No! Don’t you dare.”
I kiss her ear, her hair, and her temple with a soft brush of my lips. “You’re so beautiful, Valentina. Have I ever told you that?”
Her voice breaks. “Please, don’t.”
I throw my leg over hers, confining her kicking legs while I push her upper body into the mattress to kiss her spine. Sobs shake her body, but I kiss every vertebra, working my way to the curve of her ass and back up.
“Not like this,” she cries. “Not gently. Not like you care.”
I give her all the tenderness I’m capable of, stroking my fingers over her firm ass and between her legs, testing her folds. She’s wet. Always ready for me, just like I trained her. When I direct my cock to her entrance, she starts fighting me again, wiggling her upper body, and kicking with her legs. All I can do is hold her shoulders down with my arms and keep her legs trapped between mine while I enter her slick body, inch by slow inch until she’s taken all of me. She’s so hot and tight she makes me dizzy. With her thighs pressed together the friction is too much. With every stroke, I risk coming like an inexperienced adolescent.
“I hate you.” Her words are muffled by the pillow, but her body is already rocking with mine. “Why can’t you do it? Why don’t you hurt me?”
I won’t cut her air, I won’t bury my cock in her ass, and I won’t take my belt to her. It’s my business to understand her needs, and what she needs right now is to be loved.
“Why didn’t you kill me, Gabriel?”
I still. “What are you talking about?”
She turns her face to the side. “Rhett told me.”
That fucker.
“That’s why he shot my dog,” she whispers. “We weren’t supposed to make it out alive.”
I start moving again, trying to still her with our pleasure, but she won’t let it go.
There are tears in her voice. “Why Gabriel? Tell me, damn you.”
“Because I wanted you,” I grit out.
She pushes her ass up against my groin. “Is it this? You needed a fuck?”
I thrust deeper, making her moan. “You know why.”
“You spared my life to make me your whore.”
“Not my whore.” I kiss the soft, golden skin of her shoulder. “My property.”
“What’s the difference?” she asks bitterly.
The difference is that property belongs. I find her lips, kissing her like she’s mine, trying to show her that however much I trained her to need me, I need her in equal quantity. This time, she doesn’t resist the gentleness of my touch. She kisses me back, our rhythm slow and revering. I glide my body over hers, the slickness of my sweat-damp skin making the friction smooth. The movement drives my shaft deeper. I feel her on every inch of me. A deep groan tears from my chest.
Goddammit, this is heaven. My balls pull up into my groin, and sharp needles pierce into the base of my spine. Fuck, not yet. I want to last. I still for a moment to bite back the pleasure. I drag my hands over her hair and down her shoulders, over the soft curves where her breasts are pressed flat against the mattress. She’s soft and resilient and so much woman. I revel in invading her body, making her secrets and feelings mine. I push as deep as I can go, until my cock hits a barrier. A small gasp escapes her lips. I must be pushing against her cervix. Carefully, I ease back and push again. She throws her head back and whimpers, her moans changing from cries of defiance to need. Just a bit deeper and I’d touch the place in her body where miracles happen, where a child can grow from a seed in her womb. The only thing more beautiful than a woman is a pregnant woman. When your seed takes root in her womb and her breasts grow plump with the wonder of new life as her belly expands with your child, you want to love her and fuck her with your child growing between you. Valentina will scare me with the rawness of her beauty as motherhood changes her.
My body tenses with a building ejaculation so powerful it hurts. As my release explodes an idea erupts in my mind. While I empty myself in her body, I find the answer I’ve been looking for. I know how to irrevocably save her.