Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 127722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“Yes, Your Highness.”
I fisted a handful of hair and locked her in place against the bed. Her ass hung over the edge, and one of my arms was pinned behind a knee to keep her where I wanted. The fire crackled in the hearth, and the sheets already smelled like us, as if we never left. I stood at the foot of the bed and thrust into her as if it’d been weeks since I’d last had her rather than a few days. The pain in my back was forgotten because the pleasure between her legs was so damn good.
Her hands gripped my hips, and she tugged herself back into me every time I thrust, the two of us sweating and panting as we devoured each other. Her eyes were wet and reflective, old tears from her last climax.
I could fuck her forever.
When her body tightened around my dick again, she raised her head as she began to writhe, but I yanked her back down to the mattress and kept her in place. My fingers tightened on her hair like a leash, and I fucked her that much harder.
“Huntley…”
Fuck yeah, baby.
Her eyes closed as she came, and her little screams filled our bedroom.
“Look at me.” I tugged on her hair.
Her eyes snapped open as she gripped my arm.
My cock moved through her wet tightness, slathered in her cream and mine. My dick gave a twitch because it felt so good, and I shifted my body a little closer for the finale. I wanted her to take every drop of my load, to watch it drip down her thighs on her way to the bathroom.
I gave it to her deep and hard, made her wince slightly with every thrust, and that just made it feel better—because she was too proud to complain about my big dick. Too proud to look weak. Too proud to ever admit she was wrong.
My kind of woman.
I released inside her with a loud groan and felt the hot spasms of pleasure all throughout my body. Every time felt like the first time, and it was also felt like the best time of my life. With her little body folded underneath me as I dominated her mind, body, and soul, it was so fucking satisfying.
That was why I never got tired of her.
And I got tired of all the rest.
I let my dick soften inside her before I pulled out and let everything spill to the hardwood floor at the foot of the bed. I wiped off my dick with a cloth then pulled my clothes back on.
She lay on her side in the middle of the bed, her eyes already closed like she was ready for bed.
I secured my sword to my hip then walked out.
“Excuse me?”
I turned back, seeing her propped on one elbow with tired eyes.
“You just fuck me and leave without saying a word?”
I continued my hard stare. “Yes.”
“Where the hell are you going?”
I stepped back to the bed, her naked body on full display, and her neediness almost made me stay. “Elora.”
“Well…a heads-up would have been nice.”
“Really want to pull at that thread, baby?”
Her eyes narrowed at the jab.
“I would have been pretty ticked if I’d woken up and you were gone.”
“Why?”
“Because of what I just said.”
“You know I’ll come back.”
Frustration entered her eyes because she wasn’t getting what she wanted out of me.
“Do me a favor. When I come back, don’t stab me again.”
“Wow…another grudge. Just don’t sit at a bar with a woman I don’t know, and we won’t have a problem.”
“Trust me and don’t follow me around. How about that?”
I knew I’d won the argument when she didn’t have anything to say.
“I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” I turned back to the door.
“That’s all you had to say…”
I turned around again once I was in the open doorway. “I’ll bring you some dinner on the way back.”
As if our bickering had never happened, her eyes softened. The tightness in her shoulders disappeared, and she got comfortable on the bed once more. “Thanks.”
With an annoyed expression on her face, Elora opened the door. But that quickly changed once she saw me on the other side. “Well, well, well…look who it is.” She opened the door wider, and her eyes lit up like the torches that made the city glow throughout the night. “My asshole brother.”
The corners of my lips tugged into a smile at the affectionate nickname. “Want to get a drink?”
“Only if you’re buying.” She moved into my chest and hugged me hard. “And you know I drink a lot…”
My arms locked around her as my chin rested on her head. I returned her affection with a bear hug, squeezing her tightly before I let go. “Then it’s a good thing I brought all my savings because I drink more than you do.”