The Darkest Chase Read Online Nicole Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
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His tongue probes inside my mouth, his hands so sure and firm on my naked skin.

If it were just this, I could stay this way until dawn, languishing in his glory.

But I know better.

I know, and just as I let my guard down, kissing him with pure reverence, he moves.

His hand swats my ass, an open-palmed smack! that stings just enough to make me gasp and jerk my hips forward.

I let out a broken moan as his cock plunges up, prodding that sensitive spot that makes every nerve ending a shrieking ball of sweet agony.

My back arches as I break his kiss, digging my nails into his shoulders and tossing my head back.

Big mistake.

Because all I’m doing is baring myself to him—and before I can hope to recover, his mouth latches on to the upper curve of my breast.

He’s kissing and sucking and biting with a fierceness he’s trained me to love.

And it’s only the first move of that lethal mouth before his lips work on my nipples and then dart away with the lightest sparking tease.

All while his worn hands dig into my ass, slowly flinging me up and down on his cock.

“Woman, you’re flushed. I want you red,” he spits.

Oh God.

There’s no escaping him.

No matter how I twist, how I tense, how I shudder, I can’t help feeling him turning me inside out.

He wrecks me even with the slowest thrusts.

And there’s no stopping the soft sounds pouring out of me, whimpers and cries rushing out.

I can’t help the sounds rising between my thighs, either.

Each time I jerk in response to his taunting, I’m wetter than before. Our flesh goes damp with sweet, sucking sounds.

His mouth roams my chest, my shoulders, my throat.

Like a true vampire, he’s always so drawn to it, and my pulse flutters as his mouth ghosts vulnerable skin.

Teasing, making me wait for it, the anticipation coiling in a tight, ragged knot in the pit of my stomach.

I’m ready to scream myself hoarse by the time he stops on my neck.

And I do scream as he sucks my skin.

My nails bite his shoulders—then pull away as he catches my hands, forces them behind my back, holds them there in one hand.

His free hand cups my breast, rolling, squeezing, digging his fingers in, flicking my nipple with his tongue.

As his teeth play with my flesh, he crushes me against him until I’m helpless and convulsing around his cock, completely losing my mind.

It's too much.

Twin points of heat against my throat, my back curling into this vulnerable position by his bruising grip, my arms trapped, my nipples throbbing as he pinches and rolls and teases.

My clit grinds against the base of his cock.

His thick shaft moves inside me, kissing me from the inside, imprinting him on me like clay.

I’m so gone, tightening around his girth like a glove.

I can’t handle it.

Not another thrust.

Finally, I snap, breaking like someone split me in half, shaking as my O rockets through me.

It feels like getting fucked raw and deep, my inner walls clenched around his cock, pressing down tight and then relaxing.

Over and over, a rhythm that leaves me struggling to breathe.

To whisper.

To do anything besides dissolve into a shattered mess.

“Little rocket,” he groans softly, thrumming against the skin of my throat.

It tells me how much he loves it when I come on him.

Just how much he feels it when I’m so sensitive I can feel him swelling inside me, thickening, his pulse beating violently.

It’s so close.

So intimate I want to hide.

Curling forward into him, I whimper as I bury my face against his neck like I’m mimicking my mock-vampire lover.

That’s it.

I’m so completely ruined.

“Talia.” He kisses my jaw, the corner of my mouth. His voice is husky, raw. His fingers tighten on my wrists. “Talia, fucking move for me.”

Oh, I try—but the second my body tightens even a fraction, sensitive pain stabs up inside me, this hyper-aroused aftermath where the slightest touch can make me scream.

I whimper, shaking my head and burying my face deeper in his throat.

“I… I can’t…”

His palm cups my cheek as he looks at me, coaxing my head to rise.

He helps me find his lips in a sticky kiss that slips into me and opens me in the most sinful way, leaving me helpless.

Slow, so slow, yet always in control.

Always stripping my will until I’m his.

Truly, completely, irrevocably.

And when I open my eyes as our lips part, I see him.

I meet his glacial eyes, and I realize he knows.

He knows exactly what he does to me and he’s enjoying it.

Relishing the fact that he can make me beg for pain, for relief, for pleasure, for anything.

Knowing that I’ll push past my physical limits and give myself up in the sweetest ways, just to feel him come.

“You can,” he whispers, stroking his thumb along my cheek. There’s a moment when his cock jerks inside me, and I suck in a breath, thighs tensing.



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