Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
My grip on him tightens as the intensity in my abdomen builds. I listen to the sound of Tristan’s harsh breaths, and when my body begins to quiver from the pleasure, Tristan turns into what I need as he loses control.
He pushes his chest off mine, and he begins to hammer into me. His lips pull back, and he bares his teeth as his face darkens until he looks like a fallen angel, sent to avenge any wrong done to me.
This man walked into my life. He claimed me from the first moment our eyes locked.
My orgasm crashes over me, more powerful than any before, rendering me unable to breathe as I stare into the eyes of the greatest love I’ll ever know.
Chapter 15
TRISTAN
Once I’ve disposed of the condom, I crawl back over Hana.
I stare deep into her eyes and struggling to control the rage that’s taken up a permanent residence in my chest, I demand, “Tell me what he did.”
Hana lowers her gaze to my neck, and a distraught expression tightens her features. “Do you know who it was?” she asks tentatively.
I nod. “Even though I watched the footage, I couldn’t see everything with his large body covering yours,” I admit, my voice rough from the restraint it’s taking to not lose my mind.
A tear, shimmering like a single diamond, spirals over her temple and into her hair.
Heartache, so fucking deep it drowns the meager light in me, grips my chest.
“He…” she swallows hard as if she’s struggling not to throw up, then she squeezes the words out, “he grabbed my breasts and my thigh. He slobbered all over me.”
Holding myself up on my left arm, I move my right hand to her chest. I want to brand her skin, replacing the marks I saw with my own, but instead, I force my touch to be light as I brush my fingers over her breasts.
A soft sob flutters over Hana’s lips, and then she whimpers, “Harder.”
I tilt my head as I stare into her shimmering eyes. “You want me to replace the marks?”
Hana nods. “I need you to erase his touch.”
Unsure that she actually understands what she’s asking of me, I warn her, “I’ll lose control.”
Hana nods again. “Please.”
My body shudders as I push myself up. I position myself between Hana’s legs and pressing my fists into the mattress by her sides, I close my eyes.
I allow the images of the footage and bruises to fill my mind. Each one shakes the foundation of my soul, making a jagged gorge rip through it. The part of me that craves blood, destruction, and pain rears like a hellish mass.
When I open my eyes, and they lock on Hana, she begins to nod feverishly. “Yes… yes…” Her sob rips a growl from me. “I need this side of you.”
Allowed to be who I truly am, my body surges forward. My hands seize Hana’s breasts with a biting touch while my teeth sink into her neck.
She grabs hold of my shoulders and lets out an angelic sound, a blend of a sob and a sigh, encouraging the demon in me.
Like an animal devouring its prey, my teeth scrape and bite until purplish-red bruises stain her skin.
Just like a red diamond.
When I move down to her breasts and bite the heaving swells, Hana’s nails claw at my skin. I alternate between biting and sucking hard at her nipples, drawing cries and whimpers from her. Once they’re pebbled, I brush my lips over them, soaking in the feel of them.
My muscles ripple and roll as I move down.
I spread her legs wide, and with a destructive growl, I sink my teeth into her thigh. I feel her muscles quiver, and it makes me ravage her skin.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I flip her onto her stomach. I rub my hands over her back, drawing a moan from her before my fingers dig into her skin, and I drag them down the length of her back and over her ass.
My body attacks hers, forcing her into the mattress with my weight.
Harshly, I spread her legs, and then my cock surges into her pussy. I wrap my arms around the front of her and keep her imprisoned to me as I roughly begin to drive into her.
Hana lets out a cry, and then her teeth clamp down on my forearm.
“That’s right,” I snarl. “Fight me.”
As if on command, she begins to thrash in my hold. Her hips buck against me, but it only makes me push harder and sink deeper.
My breaths explode near her ear, and my gaze locks onto the marks I left on her skin. Moving a hand up, my fingers wrap around her throat, and I force her head back, so I have a clear view of them.
Pounding into Hana, I watch as she gasps, her tears spurring me on until her nails sink into my arm still wrapped around her.