Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
I watch her facial features closely and notice the slight part in her lips when I bottom out inside her. The tears swimming in her eyes have disappeared, and she peers up at me, her gaze reflecting security and warmth.
“Oh…that feels good,” she pants, the head of my cock brushing against her G-spot again.
I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long it almost doesn’t feel real.
“Please, Sebastian. I need...” Her small voice comes out as a whine.
“I know, Little Prey. I know what you need.” I piston my hips up, touching that special spot at the end of her channel.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she mewls, her cheeks flush, her blue eyes wild with desire.
Her nails dig into my skin, close to piercing the flesh while she clings to me like I’m the only thing capable of holding her in place.
“I couldn’t stop if I tried. You own me, Ely, own me,” I grit through my teeth, feeling her tighten all around me. “Yes, come for me, sweet girl. Milk my cock. Fuck, I need to feel that perfect pussy squeeze all around me.”
“Sebastian!!” She screams my name and then explodes all around me, her lithe body convulsing with pleasure. I can’t breathe. I can barely move, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as she clamps down on me so tightly my vision fades in and out for a moment.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” I praise against her neck, fucking her through her orgasm, my own release tingling at the base of my spine.
Elyse sags against my chest, her breaths erratic, her eyes shining with contentment. This lazy smile tugs at the corner of her pink lips, and fuck… I wrap both arms around her, holding her tightly so she can’t escape, and I use her body, fucking her without resistance.
“I can’t get over how well you take my cock, how perfect you feel shattering all around me. Fuck, Little Prey, you’re ruining me for anyone else.”
“Sebastian,” she whines against my throat, her voice edged with pain.
“I’m almost there. You can take it, sweet girl, you were made for me. Made to take my cock. Just a little more… oh fuck… yes.”
I climb higher and higher, edging closer and closer to my orgasm, even as I try to fight against it because I don’t want this to end. Even though I know she’s in pain, I don’t want to stop. I’ll never be able to fuck her for the first time again, so I need to elongate the moment as much as I can.
Her hot mouth places open kisses across my throat, trailing across my skin, stopping once she reaches my shoulder. Her lips part, and I feel her teeth graze my shoulder, the sensation eliciting a moan from my throat. That sound spurs her on, and before I can comprehend what she’s doing, she bites me hard.
How the fuck does she know exactly what I need?
With the slight edge of pain zipping across every nerve ending, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my balls, I’m unable to hold off the impending orgasm another second. With a feral growl, I let myself go.
“I’m going to come, Little Prey. I’m going to fill you with my seed. Fill you up and get you pregnant so you can’t leave, ever. Mine. All. Fucking. Mine.” She moans against my shoulder, her tongue lapping over the bite.
My movements become jerky, and with a final groan, I slam deep inside her, holding myself there for the last time. I explode, pumping her full of my cum, my entire body shuddering against hers. I swear my soul leaves my body for a moment. When I return to my senses, my heart hammering in my chest, my chest heaving, I feel our combined juices and my sticky cum dripping down between our bodies.
I need to get her back to the house, clean her up, and make sure she’s okay. Make sure I didn’t hurt her too badly. I slowly ease out of her body, and she whimpers softly.
“I got you.” I stroke her side gently with one hand, while I blindly search for my knife with the other, my fingers closing around the hilt. Lifting the knife I grab her arm, and she turns her head to see what I’m doing, but she doesn’t say a word, doesn’t object or pull away. She knows I need this, that this is how I show she is more than the others. That there is no one else like her.
My, Little Prey.
Placing the blade against her soft, porcelain skin, I press down. With one smooth jerk, I mark her, right below the other two marks. I grit my teeth against the impulse to keep going. To carve my name over that fucker’s name, to cover her in my marks so no one else dares to touch her. I remind myself that I’ve inflicted enough pain on her for the night, and that there are many days to come where I can do just that.