Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Why? Who says?” I scratch my nails down his chest, loving the hiss he makes. “We’ve been gentle for days now. I trust you not to hurt me. Doesn’t mean we can’t be dirty and rough.”
R’jaal bares his teeth, and the sight excites me. “You need softness—”
I grab his jaw with my hand, tight. “That’s where you’re wrong. More than anything, I need to feel alive.”
My voice breaks on the last word.
As it does, realization dawns on his face. In the next moment, I’m flipped onto my back with his heavy weight pressing over me. “You need this?” he growls, grabbing one of my hands and raising it over my head. “You need your mate to be fierce with you? To take what he needs?”
Oh god. My body clenches in response to his sexy growl. “Yes, please. I need to get out of my head. Need to stop thinking for a bit—”
R’jaal kisses me. Hard.
I gasp, writhing underneath him, needing to move.
He settles his weight between my thighs, surging up against my pussy and rocking his shaft against me. I’m about to demand that he push me even harder, become more demanding—when he’s suddenly thrusting into me, his cock breaching my body in a manner that feels utterly shocking. There’s a stretching sting, followed by the overwhelming feeling of being stuffed full, and I whimper in response.
He immediately pauses, looking up at me with worry.
“Good,” I manage to choke out. “So good.”
And it is. Because this is exactly what I need. I need the edge to distract me from my awful, spiraling thoughts. I need a bit more than just sweetness. I’m so wet that I’m more than ready to take him, and when he bucks his hips, seating himself fully inside me, I gasp at how intense it feels. He’s big, all right, but my body adjusts to him and the fullness turns to delicious pleasure.
R’jaal studies my face for a moment, then rocks himself into me again. This time, I notice that his spur—that strange protrusion I’ve been so curious about—strokes through the folds of my pussy and glides against my clit. It’s double the pleasure, and when he drives into me once more, it’s like it kisses the exact spot where I’m the most sensitive. Coupled with the sensation of R’jaal and his big, ridged cock inside me, it’s a lot.
But it’s all so good.
“More,” I demand, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. “Oh god, you feel incredible, R’jaal. Go harder. Go rougher. It feels amazing.”
My thoughtful, adoring mate growls with his need and releases the wrist he’s been holding over my head. He anchors his hand on my shoulder instead, and then he hammers into me, his hips snapping with the force of his frantic movements. It’s like he’s been released from all restraints, and he’s determined to fuck me until we both can’t see straight. The intense pounding of his cock as he drives into me—along with his spur—is enough to quickly push me toward another orgasm. I feel it starting to uncurl deep in my belly, and when I cling to him, locking a leg at his hips and digging an ankle in his backside to push him even harder, it unlocks something in both of us. There’s nothing but the slap of our bodies together, the grunting of my mate over me, his gaze locked on my face as he uses me.
My lips part in a wordless cry, and then my pussy clenches around him. I’m coming again, this time harder than before, and clamping around his driving cock. R’jaal makes a choked sound, and then his strokes become erratic. I feel the release of his seed deep inside me, the wetness of it and the sheer amount of his release as he shudders over my trembling body.
When he collapses over me, squishing me under him with his weight, I’m still clenching and squeezing in what feels like an endless orgasm.
Oh. Oh.
Damn, that was amazing. I stroke a hand down his side, still quivering deep in my belly. He twitches, and I swear it nearly makes me come again.
R’jaal groans and props up on his elbow, gazing down at me with a look of worry on his face. “I did not hurt you?”
I shake my head. “Everything was wonderful. Thank you.”
His mouth twitches, and then he buries his head against my neck. I feel his big body jerking—and I feel it deep inside my womb, too, which makes all my nerve endings light up—and I pat him awkwardly. Is he crying after sex?
But no, he’s laughing. His chuckles brush against my hair and he shakes his head. “You are thanking me. Incredible.”
Okay, it does seem a little silly. I manage a small laugh, still stroking his pettable skin. “I really liked that. Is that what you want to hear instead? That you were magnificent?”