Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
"Yes," she hisses as I push into her a little bit and then pull back out. In and out. In and out, staying shallow in her cunt.
Then I drive into her, breaking through her cherry. She screams, and I stop moving. “Move. Please, Balder. Move,” she begs, but I don't. I can't. I'm shocked that someone as beautiful as she would still be a virgin. So innocent. So pure. And... all fucking mine, forever.
“Fuck, Summer, baby. I didn’t know. I shouldn’t have been so rough.”
“You couldn’t have known,” she says, gripping my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist. My cock is still buried ten inches deep inside of her.
“You’re mine now,” I tell her, and her pussy clenches around me. “You like the idea of being mine, don't you, Sjelevenn? You like the idea of me fucking you whenever I want to? Whenever you want to?" Her pussy squeezes me again, and it spurs me on. My girl is hungry for my cock, and I fucking love that.
I pull all the way out of her and look down between us. I growl when I see her blood on my cock; it’s proof that she’s mine and mine alone. No one else will ever see her this way. No matter what I have to do, she will be my wife and the mother of my children.
With that thought, I thrust back into her savagely. Her back arches off the bed, and she cries out my name. My hips hit hers on every thrust.
“Balder!” she cries again as her little pussy squeezes my cock to death. A good death, but still, she claws my back, and her tiny feet dig into my ass as she comes. I know I won’t last much longer.
“Fuck, Summer,” I shout as my orgasm claws its way out of my cock, filling her with my seed.
I drop down on top of her, both of us panting for air. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she runs her fingers through my hair. Rising up, I kiss her again. She moans into my mouth, and my cock gets hard again. I don’t want to hurt her, so I gingerly pull out of her.
“Don’t go,” she whispers, making me smile.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. You’re mine now,” I tell her, gathering her close to me. I move around for a second, pulling the covers over us. She’s placing little open-mouth kisses on my chest as I wrap my arms around her. “Sleep now,” I say, kissing her forehead.
Nothing has felt so good or right, which is why I am confused when I wake up, and run out to get food, because it’s silly to leave this place stocked. When I got back, she was not there. If it weren’t for the faint traces of her perfume lingering in my sheets, I would have thought I’d dreamt of her.
She’s got to stop running from me, running from us. I’ll do whatever it takes to show her this is the real fucking deal, no matter how long it takes.
CHAPTER 9
SUMMER
What did I do? What am I doing? With my hand thrown over my face, my mind shifts back to last night. The beginning of the night was, as promised, Balder introduced me to numerous donors, some of whom I already promised that I will give them a presentation of what I am trying to do. Truthfully, a couple of hours in, I was actually enjoying myself. As intimidating as the idea of the event was, the people were surprisingly down to earth. Of course, being there with Balder helped.
Where the night began to go off the rails was when his family arrived. I knew it was then by the eyes. They all have the same welcoming and intense eyes. I attempted to move away from him, not wanting them to mistake our being there together, but as usual, his perceptiveness was too quick.
He pulled me into his side and introduced me to his parents, Njord and Ingrid.
“Mom. Dad. This is Summer. My sjelevenn.” There he went with that word again, and by the dreamy-eyed look of his mom, it definitely means something of significance. “Oh my. Balder she is beautiful,” his mom says, grabbing my hand. “It is so wonderful to meet you, dear.” His father kisses me on both cheeks.
“It’s nice to meet you both.” I am trying to smile, but I don't think it is working. His mother grips my hand and gives me a sympathetic look before turning to her son.
“Balder, this girl looks positively petrified. Perhaps this was not the place for a first date.” My head begins to shake.
“Oh this is not…” She starts pulling me away, not listening to my protest.
“Come dear. Let me get you something to calm your nerves, and I will leave my husband to educate our son on how to handle his wife.” Wife? What? I turn to Balder as she leads me away, my stomach minutes from rolling over, but he simply smiles and nods his head at me. Why do I feel like I am missing something?