Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Lightning lit up the night sky. Inside, white-hot flashes of jagged lightning arced through her body, striking in every direction, hitting every nerve ending, sending hot pleasure bursting through her. The room faded away. The bed was gone. There was only Geno and his wicked mouth. His tongue and his teeth. The fire he created. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t going to survive if he took her any higher.
Let go, Amaranthe. Trust me to catch you.
He was really saying, Be with me. Give yourself to me. Stay with me. Know in your heart I’m the one.
Geno was her one. Her only. She was that certain of him. But that tension gathering inside her was overwhelming. Coiling tighter and tighter until she could only hold on, fear streaking through her along with that bright, hot pleasure that was spiraling out of control while she desperately tried to hang on, thinking she might go insane if he kept going.
It’s too much. Really, it’s too much. The fiery need had grown into a wanton lust. She barely recognized herself. She couldn’t think. Her mind was in complete chaos. There was no release she desperately needed, only the relentless climb as Geno drove her higher and higher with the way he devoured her so greedily.
Baby, give yourself to me.
He knelt between her thighs, pulling her body to his, wrapping her legs around his hips. For the first time, Amaranthe’s gaze landed on his cock. Geno was muscular. Big. More than big. His cock was no exception. He was built the way she imagined the Greeks had defined their gods to be. Tall and wide. Even kneeling between her legs, he was massive in comparison to her. Why hadn’t she noticed?
She began to shake her head, intimidated and frustrated. She needed him desperately. Desperately, but there was no way he was going to fit.
“Geno,” she whispered aloud, tears burning behind her eyes, because she wanted him that much. She loathed her size in that moment when it had always been an asset in everything she’d ever done.
He reached down with one hand and blanketed her body, his mouth crashing down on hers, claiming hers. Just that fast, every protest melted. Sanity was gone. The flames were back, licking over her skin and rushing through her veins. He kissed his way down her throat to her breasts, that stubble on his jaw scraping along her sensitive curves just before his large hands cupped, kneaded and squeezed until she couldn’t stop moaning and begging him.
She didn’t even understand fully what she was begging for, only that he had to do something fast. She arched into his hands, and he tugged and pinched her nipples. Lightning streaked straight to her clit. She muffled her cries against his chest as she felt something very large, very hot and hard lodge in her entrance and begin to push steadily, relentlessly into her.
He moved back, taking her open thighs with him, wrapping them around his hips, looking down to where they were joined. One hand circled the girth of his cock. She was so slick. So wet. She could see just how wet with her curls clinging to her.
“You’re so beautiful, Amaranthe,” he whispered. “Look at you taking me. Look how incredible you are. I’ve never seen anything so sexy.”
There was awe in his voice. She could barely take her eyes from his. Geno was looking down at the joining of the two of them with such awe, but more than that. Disbelief. He suddenly lifted his gaze to hers and there was stark love there. Raw. Visceral. Primal. So much so she barely comprehended the steady pressure, the burning and stinging as he pushed forward, easing into her.
“You’re so perfect, Amaranthe.” Geno was back to staring at their joined bodies. “You’re so tight I can feel your heart beating around my cockhead. Squeezing. Fucking paradise.” He sent her a quick grin and went back to looking at the two of them.
He seduced her with that smile. That look. She was lost there in his eyes, trapped in his joy, in the feral, primal love he had no trouble showing her. He continued to push steadily into her, her tunnel straining as he hit her thin barrier. She was soaked, welcoming him, but it didn’t seem to matter. It stung. Burned. She was afraid he was going to split her open.
Amaranthe knew it wasn’t going to work. “Geno,” she whispered. “You’re not going to fit. You’re just too big.” Despite trying to remain relaxed, she stiffened, her thighs tensing around his hips, instinctively fighting his invasion. Self-preservation was just too strong, no matter how much she wanted him. No matter how much she wanted to please him.
Even as she protested, her body was still trying to find a way to accept him. She didn’t push him away, but instead, tried to impale herself on that long, thick pole.