Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
She bites her lip, looking across at me, with those wide fuck-me eyes I’d slaughter whole armies for.
“I can’t believe you never knew how beautiful you are,” I growl. “The fact that nobody ever noticed is insane to me. But I’m damn relieved, Lucy. Because it led you to me.”
“I’ve never been called beautiful before, except by you and Maria…”
“What?” I urge when she trails off.
She’s clutching the dress in a nervous hand, causing it to flutter and shake. The gemstones dance in the light, and heat dances inside of me at the thought of her curvaceous body wrapped inside it.
“But with you.” She takes a bolstering breath, as though the words are going to hurt her. “I can start to believe it… maybe?”
The last word becomes a question as her nervousness surges through her and she turns her gaze away. I can read every subtle shift in my lioness’s mood.
“You should believe it. You’re the most beautiful woman alive. Now change into the dress. I’m done waiting.”
She makes an intoxicating whimpering noise and then clutches the hem of her T-shirt in anxious hands. She moans as she shifts out of it, moving her hips from side to side. She reveals her luscious belly, the place that will hold so many of my offspring, as gorgeously voluptuous as the rest of her.
Every single piece of her drives me wild.
Because she’s my prey.
Mine.
I almost roar it.
“I’m stuck.” She giggles, with the T-shirt wrapped around her arms and her head, blinding her. “Freaking hell. I knew I shouldn’t have tried to be sexy.”
She’s laughing, but there’s a hint of disappointment buried within her tone.
“This is even better. Now you’re really my prey. You’re trapped.”
I stalk across the room and pause close to her, my body raging with the proximity of my princess. My manhood stiffens and throbs, the base feeling like it’s expanding all across my groin. I’ve never felt a hard on like this, that takes possession of my whole damn body.
My tip burns hotly every time I rub up against my pants, my balls throbbing and not in a bad way.
Everything feels good right now, with Lucy’s scent swirling around me, and her bare belly so close I could drag my precome-slick helm across it if I wanted.
I squeeze my hands behind my back to resist the urge to grip myself, like some overexcited teenager.
“Allow me.”
I grab her T-shirt and pull it the rest of the way off.
Fuck.
She’s not wearing a bra.
How did I miss that?
The T-shirt is baggy, the fabric heavy. It hid those tasty-looking nipples from me, flushed and pink, the cherry on top of her curvy-as-fuck breasts. A pale blue vein slides across one, like a painter’s stroke, so captivating I can’t fight the desire to reach out and trail my fingertip across it.
She whimpers and moans as I move down toward her nipple, and then I grip her breast and stare enthralled as her skin blazes for me.
“You excited horny virgin,” I snarl, moving my gaze to her eyes as I massage her nipple.
It hardens, becoming needy, and the pleasure makes more obvious paths across her expression as I play with her.
“Are you going to come just from this?” My cock throbs at the thought, my shaft sizzling warmly, as though trying to recreate what her sopping wet slit will feel like when I finally pound the pretty place between her thick gorgeous legs. “Fuck. You are.”
“I don’t know,” she whispers, shifting and writhing against my hand, her womb forcing her movements as sternly as my seed compels mine.
Her virgin body wants to give her as much pleasure as possible because her womb knows the drilling my inexperienced queen is going to take.
When the beast unleashes inside of me, I won’t be able to stop.
I’ll rear up like a goddamn bear and feast on my woman. I’ll crash into her so her breasts bounce up and down, until the bed breaks, until the sheets are drenched with her squirting release.
Fuck.
I. Need. Those. Tits.
I lean down and take her breast in my mouth, opening wide so I can take in as much of her as possible. I suck on her breast and move my tongue indulgently around her nipple. Her moans rise in the air as I gorge on her pert needy nipple.
She tastes so fresh, so naive, so mine.
She tastes like the woman I’d kill for.
The woman I’d die for.
I want to reach down and feel how soaked she is, but that would ruin the game.
I can’t believe she’s going to gift me with more of her juicy come just from me licking her nipples.
She needs it. She wants it.
But only from me.
Or I’ll turn fully feral and tear a hundred men to pieces.
“Oh, jeez, no way… no…”
Her moaning turns breathy and hollow, as though she’s so immersed in the ecstasy of the orgasm she can’t summon the energy to scream. She vibrates and sizzles against me as I swirl my tongue faster, tasting more of her, making her move toward an explosion as she experiences her second orgasm.