Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Wynter cried out, her back bowing violently off the bed as a hissing, crackling, stinging surge of pleasure/pain swept over her soul.
“My sweet witch likes it when it hurts.” Still slamming into her hard and fast, he struck her very being with yet another darkly carnal wave that bit like teeth and stung like the slap of a hand. “Yes, take it.”
At this point, her nerve-endings were fried, her body was drunk on endorphins, and it felt as if her entire being pulsed and coiled tight with the friction building inside her.
She was shaking. Moaning. Overwhelmed with sensation. And so very close to begging for more of the darkly addictive pleasure/pain. “Cain . . .”
“You want to break for me, don’t you?”
She did. Absolutely. She didn’t want to merely come, she wanted him to wreck her. “Yes,” she rasped.
“Good.” There was a strange ripple in those black orbs . . . like something moved behind them. Something alive. “Because you will.”
And then he full-on ruined her. He overloaded her soul with so much hot, electric pleasure/pain it took her breath away. Crackling sweeps, burning lashes, lightning-fast snaps, nail-like scrapes. She took it all, let herself drown in it, sank into that mental space where she floated.
He switched his angle and began ramming his cock even deeper, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. “Feel me,” he snarled. “Feel me all the way down to your soul. It’s already mine, Wynter. I just need you to make it official.” He grunted, upping his pace. “I won’t back off until you do.”
Another dark wave of agonizing bliss assaulted her very being. That was all it took. She imploded, soared, broke.
The orgasm all but snatched a scream from her throat as it ricocheted through her body, arching her back and making tears spring to her eyes.
He let out a muffled curse, his cock swelling and pulsing inside her. Then he exploded.
All hollowed out, Cain collapsed over her and buried his face in her neck. Every bone in his body hummed with satiation. His mind felt clear and calm and peaceful. Coming deep inside his witch always felt as much of a mental release as a sexual one.
“You know,” she began, panting, “there are times I’m glad I cursed your dick. These moments are few and far between, but they happen.”
He felt his mouth hitch up. In general, he found people fairly easy to predict. But Wynter? He could never be sure what she’d say or do next. He liked it.
He nuzzled her neck. “What brings on these moments where you’re glad?”
“Mostly? The loss of feeling I sometimes get in my gums after you make me come.” She said it as if that explained everything. Which it didn’t.
As baffled as he was amused, Cain lifted his head. “I’d say something like, ‘I see.’ But I don’t see. What do you mean?”
“I mean that I start thinking on how you must have given such monumental orgasms to other women in the past, and then I start thinking how positively homicidal I’d feel if you did it in the future. During those moments, it brings me comfort to know that if you cheated on me your dick would wither into a useless stump and I could point at you and laugh.”
A chuckle rumbled in his chest, making it difficult for him to adopt a serious expression. “I would never betray you, curse or no curse. You should know that.” He bit her lip hard enough to make her let out a little yelp. “That’s for even considering that I might cheat on you. As if I could possibly want anyone else anyway.”
“You’re still not mad that I cursed your cock, are you?”
“Not in the slightest. It pleases me that you’re both as extremely possessive and as cruelly vengeful as I am.” He kissed her softly and lazily, sipping from her mouth. “I never thought I could be this possessive. Or that I’d ever allow a woman to lay any kind of claim on me. And I didn’t. Until you.”
“That’s not true. You were in a relationship with Ishtar. Several times.” She sniffed, her shoulders stiffening slightly in a jealousy she tried but failed to hide.
Cain wrestled back a grin. Fuck, she was too cute when jealous. Of course, he didn’t say that aloud. He liked his balls exactly where they were.
“Not really.” He pinned her gaze with his, intent on ensuring she understood that she had no need to feel at all jealous—he never wanted her to feel anything but completely secure in what he felt for her. “I thought of them as relationships at the time. But that’s not what they were.”
Wynter nibbled on her lower lip. “No?”
“No. Now that I have you, I see that what Ishtar and I had were merely arrangements that involved exclusivity. That’s not the same as being committed to someone, body and soul. She never had that from me. Not even close.”