Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 28757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
She moaned and grabbed on to his shoulders for support. Their breathing mingled, and for that moment they were one.
“You are perfect for me. You are mine and only mine, until we both take our last breath.”
Audrey shivered at his dominating and possessive demeanor. She took in the wide expanse of his nude shoulders, and of the scars that littered his golden skin, telling of the battles he’d fought.
Her gaze drifted farther south, leading to what she wanted most at the moment.
Yeah, Audrey was going to move this along, because doing nothing was not an option.
Mine.
Styx had been trying to rein in his desire for Audrey since the moment he found her in the woods, innocent, vulnerable.
Pushing those thoughts aside, he watched as the firelight moved along her curvy form. She’d taken off her top, and her naked body called to him in the most primal of ways.
Her thick, red waves were pushed off her body, and there was nothing obstructing him from looking his fill. He heard her swallow and saw the slender line of her throat work up and down. Of course he knew she was nervous, but her arousal far outweighed that.
“Wife, I could have my fill of you and I’d still never be sated.” He lifted her head with his finger under her chin.
Audrey licked her lips, and he was riveted to the sight, imagining her mouth wrapped around his cock.
He reached out and pushed a piece of her hair away from her forehead. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she said without hesitation.
That pleased him immensely, and he growled low at that fact. He smoothed his hands along the bare flesh of her shoulders, continued down her arms, and then stopped at her waist.
“Yes, you are mine. Only mine.” Styx moved his tongue along the seam of her lips, and the flavor of her was addictive. When she started kissing him back, he didn’t stop the groan that left him, but he forced himself to break the kiss and trailed his lips along her jawline to her ear. “I am so hard for you, wife. I ache to fill you with my seed.”
“Then do it, mate.”
He was frozen for a second at the sound of her calling him her mate, acknowledging it. “You please me more than you’ll ever know.”
She made this soft noise, one that sounded like need and desperation and everything that turned him on. He slipped his hand behind her nape, curled his finger into her soft, warm flesh, and started kissing her pulse, which beat rapidly beneath her ear. He pulled her closer so he felt her breasts press to his chest. A low growl left him, one he couldn’t stop.
He kissed her neck and nipped her lightly, his fangs aching to pierce her flesh. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
She made another small noise and dug her nails into his flesh. That sting of pain mixed with his desire, and his cock jerked.
Styx knew that he had to claim her now. He had been trying to go slow, easy, and make her see that he could be gentle and compassionate. But he was who he was, and she’d told him she wanted all of him, the real him.
He dragged his hand up her belly and over her ribcage to cup one of her breasts. He thrust his pelvis forward, ground his cock into her softness, and groaned himself.
He sucked on her neck, dragged his tongue up the slender column of her throat, and thrust back and forth against her softness. He let his fangs run over her soft, fragile human flesh, his mouth watering to taste her, to puncture her skin. He wanted his scent in her bloodstream, wanted her to be fully his. Pulling back was hard as hell, but he managed to do it, to breathe in deeply. He looked down at her body, moved back up, memorizing every part of her, and finally stopped at her breasts once more. He might have already looked at them, felt them, and seen how they had hardened for him, but he would never get tired of gazing upon them.
I’ll never tire of looking my fill of her.
Styx was going to devour her.
He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck, pulled her forward, and lowered his head to lick the curve of her throat from collarbone to ear. Her flesh was sweet, addictive. She gasped.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, and his cock grew harder at her admission.
He took hold of her nipples between his thumb and forefingers and pulled at the already taut flesh. He was shaking with the force to keep calm. He lowered his head, removed his hands, and sucked at one of her turgid nipples. After a few seconds, he let go of her nipple with an audible pop. His dick was so hard it ached, and his balls were drawn up tight to his body. Right now, all he wanted to do was attack her like an animal, to fuck her hard and rough, as was the way of his kind.