Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
But this only made his mate cry harder, and he swept her up in his arms as the elevator doors opened. Alain and Aluin were already waiting at the hallway, and their faces turned expressionless the moment they saw their prince walk out of the elevator naked and with a sobbing princess in his arms.
This probably meant the rest of the today's meetings would have to be rescheduled, Aluin thought as they took their usual positions. But if making up would also make Lysander a little less moody and unpredictable...
The twins exchanged glances as Alain opened the door for the royal couple, and Aluin waited for his brother to pull the door shut before asking, "You're thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Of course." Come hell or high water, they would do whatever it took to ensure that their prince's marriage was consummated before the day was over.
ESTRELLA STARTED STRUGGLING the moment Lysander tried undressing her. "No!" How dare he? Anguish rose inside of her at the sheer gall of his actions, and she worked harder to free herself even as her tears fell faster. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.
The words that kept echoing in her mind was driving both man and beast crazy. Neither could stand the pain and despair that Estrella was drowning in, and because she stubbornly refused to explain why she was hurting, there was only one thing left to do.
"Nooooooooo!"
But her cries of protest and struggles proved futile as the ripping sound of fabric filled the room. One by one, torn pieces of her clothes fell to the floor. Her dress. The lace cups of her bra. And finally, the scrap of silk that protected her femininity.
"No, no, no!" She clawed and struck his chest with her fists, trying to get away, but he was just too powerful, and another sob tore out of her throat as he succeeded in having her flat on her back on the bed. She tried kicking him away, but not a single kick landed, and soon he was parting her legs wide open—-
Panic consumed her.
For him to take her virginity, knowing that he still wanted another woman—-
Pain devoured her.
NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOO!
She screamed and screamed and screamed. She was hurting so much that it took her long, long moments to realize that he had gone completely still, and when her red and swollen eyes slowly drifted open—-
Why?
Just one word, but it was filled with so much pain as well.
Why...do you...think...I...want...someone else?
Oh God. Her hands flew to cover her face as she could no longer stop herself from crying. How can I not? You were looking at her ALL THE TIME!
Understanding dawned, and Lysander's chest clenched with harsh remorse. Ma...belle...etoile.
She sobbed harder. How dare he? How dare he call her that after—-
You...misunderstand. And because the most eloquent words were still beyond him, Lysander could only grab her hands and press his lips to them as he showed her his thoughts from earlier.
Berserk. He had nearly gone berserk, the moment news reached him about Domenico coming to visit, along with his pack's finest soldiers.
Insanely jealous. It was what he had felt, being surrounded by men who had known her scent long before he did.
Control. He had known he had to stay in control of his urges, had known the smallest mistake could cost his race everything.
Misty. And so he had stared at the one person who hadn't possessed a dick to make him snarl with jealousy.
Lysander ran his lips over her knuckles. Do you...understand...now?
But tears still kept falling down her cheeks. You loved her once.
Maybe.
Don't lie. I know what I saw. I know how much you loved her.
Not...lying. Maybe...I was...almost...in love. Maybe. I just...cared. Either way...she is...unimportant now.
He let go of her hand as he spoke.
Only you...matter. And it will...always...only...be...you.
He took hold of her knees, and this time when he gently pried her legs apart, she no longer resisted.
Open...your eyes. Please.
And she did. Her gaze was still bright with tears, but there was no longer despair, and the tightness in his chest eased.
Never...doubt...yourself...again.
A sob escaped her.
Because...when you...hurt...I...also...hurt.
And the words that she had tried to contain for so many years could no longer remain hidden in her heart.
"I love you," she whispered brokenly.
And in answer, his full weight pressed down as his cock slowly and steadily pushed in.
Deeper and deeper.
Until the soft membrane of her virginity broke.
And she became his.
With this, he became her first, and he would also be last because she was his. Always his. HIS.
Both man and beast tried to be slow and gentle even as the primal urge to possess every inch of her grew stronger. Slow and gentle. Muscles bulged and strained, sweat glistening over bronze skin, as the prince struggled not to ravage her. But it soon turned into a losing battle, the moment his own mate made it clear she wouldn't stand for it.