Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
And she was his.
Dazedly, he looked down at her. “My queen.”
Each word was choked up, thick. As if he were drunk on the pleasure of her. Her cunt was strangling him. So tight.
A growl replaced Bane’s slurred pleasure when she raised her face to his. Tears streaked her cheeks. But quickly she hid them, wiping her eyes, turning her head away.
One day, she would turn to him when she was in pain. But for now, he let her retreat.
Her whisper was strained. “Is there blood?”
He had to pull back to look. Bright streaks of crimson on her inner thighs, along the length of his shaft, staining the white velvet beneath them.
“There is.”
Her throat worked and she nodded, visibly gathering her strength. When her gaze returned to his, her eyes were determined, focused—and he was completely hers. “Now give to me your seed. Do not let them take me from you.”
Bane would kill them all first. Even Tamas. The vow he made to her now overrode any he’d made before.
Slowly, he pushed deep again—and went still at the sound of her gasp. Letting her adjust to his size. Letting himself adjust to the soul-shattering pleasure of his cock sheathed in her wet velvet heat, of her body trembling beneath his.
Never would he adjust, Bane knew. Never would he become accustomed to it. Just as he would never grow tired of kissing her.
He did now, gently. Tenderly. Her lips clung to his, her fingers buried in his hair—then tugging, hard.
“If you do not soon move,” she said fiercely against his mouth, “then the chamber that I lock you in will not be so delightful. You must come.”
No doubt that he would. Sooner than he’d like. Electric tension already drew his balls up tight, began winding around the base of his spine. He only held back for her, his muscles juddering with the effort of remaining still, giving her time instead of rutting rutting rutting.
Another gentle thrust tested his control. Her breath shuddered, her back arching. “Oh,” she gasped.
Just as she had before. In awed surprise. With unexpected delight.
He stroked into her again, his smiling mouth following her lips. “Oh?” he echoed her gasp. “You came to me thinking you wouldn’t enjoy this?”
Her throaty laugh rippled over his skin. “There is gossip.”
What gossip? But he knew.
Because Tamas never satisfied his lovers in bed. He was known for how selfish he was.
Bane buried himself in her harder. Again. “We will make new gossip.” His voice became ragged, his thrusts unrelenting. “When the maids see the blood, they’ll say I was the first—the only—one inside you. And when they see the wet soaking the bed, they’ll know you loved the way my thick cock stretches your cunt. They’ll spread the word just like you’ll spread your thighs every night for the rest of our lives.”
Even as her arms wreathed his neck to pull him closer, she bared her teeth in a sharp grin. “And if you keep on in this way, they’ll say you never filled me with your seed.”
His laugh was but a burst of air. He kissed her hard, his heart full. “One day, Princess, I will make you love me.”
Her beautiful mouth twisted under his. “I am not fool enough to love anyone.”
“You have already made a fool of me.”
Hot emotion flashed through her eyes. Pain. Anger.
“Just fuck me,” she hissed.
He couldn’t have done anything else. Not when he was so close. As was she. She gasped and moaned with each rough thrust, her cunt tightening, tightening. Beastlike grunts ripped from his chest as he pounded deeper, only aware of the approaching voices in the part of his mind that would always keep a watch over her.
The princess let out a triumphant laugh against his throat.
“My parents are here. Harder now, my king,” she urged him. “Fill my cunt with your hot spend. Let them know how you’ve claimed me and made me yours.”
A red haze covered his vision. All he saw was her. All he felt was her. His princess. His queen.
His brother bellowed his name. As if Tamas had finally seen his own bride beneath Bane’s massive body, her legs locked tight around his waist and her small frame jolting as she bore each powerful thrust. But Tamas couldn’t see what Bane did—the way her eyes went wide and blind, glazed with the pleasure of her come. And Tamas couldn’t feel what Bane did—his bride’s cunt clenching on his pulsing shaft as she writhed against him, her teeth marking his shoulder when Bane pumped his seed deep, deep, deep.
Endlessly he came, each hot spurt a victory. Under him, the princess’s body quivered in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her lips journeyed from his shoulder to his neck, leaving kisses on his skin. Praising him. Thanking him.
He must be crushing her.
Sweat rolled down his spine as he lifted his weight onto his forearms. His chest heaving, he met her eyes. She smiled slyly back at him. And from behind, came a breathy voice—