Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
His eyes lifted and stared.
I kicked off my boots then stepped out of my bottoms, naked except for my socks.
With a clenched jaw, he combed his eyes over my naked body, the fire burning directly behind me. He started at my tits, dragged his eyes over my flat stomach, and then stared at the bare skin between my legs. I preferred a manicured look, and judging by the desire in his eyes, he did too.
My knees hit the couch, and I straddled his hips.
He inhaled a deep breath when I climbed on top of him, and he let out a growl when I lowered myself over him, my wetness against his.
My hands clutched his shoulders, and I leaned into him, my back arching, my nails clawing at his skin. I dipped my head to his and planted my lips on his once more.
One hand gripped my ass hard, while his other hand dove into my hair again. He kept it from my face as he kissed me hard, as he gave me his breath and his tongue, as he ground his hips slightly so his dick slid through my wet lips.
I could feel him throb against me, feel the pleasurable friction right against my aching clit every time he moved. My nails scratched down his chest and left little marks in their wake as I rolled my hips and ground right against him.
He squeezed my ass harder then moved his lips to my jawline and neck. He kissed me everywhere, his hand moving to my tit so he could palm it and flick the nipple with his thumb. He grabbed at me and squeezed as he plastered me in kisses, as he panted against me as if I was the sexiest woman he’d ever been with.
The wait was killing me. Driving me mad. Making me insane. I pushed him off me then rose higher, grasping his dick from behind. I held it upright then wiggled myself onto his head before I slowly sank.
“Gods…” It was so good. Better than I’d ever imagined. I closed my eyes as I rolled my hips slightly, feeling every inch of that big dick inside me. My hands were planted against his chest for balance, and I let out a moan because it felt so right.
That was when I noticed how still he was. That he hadn’t moved. That he hadn’t released a moan of his own. I opened my eyes.
His skin was discolored. Blotches of black were visible in random places, up his arms, down his chest. They looked like soot marks, like someone had grabbed the ashes from a cold fireplace and rubbed them all over his body.
His breathing was deep and ragged as he looked down at himself.
It was the first time I’d seen the darkness up close. We’d been at war with Necrosis before, but I was always in the rear, in charge of armoring all the men who risked their lives for HeartHolme. But now, it was right in my face.
He lifted his chin and looked at me again, his eyes still the same beautiful color. “This is what you do to me…” He dropped his forehead against mine and continued his even breaths. His hands gripped me by the hips, and he closed his eyes.
His hardness never changed. He continued to stretch me like his arousal couldn’t be abated, not even by the sight of his Necrosis.
Minutes passed, and he remained that way, and gradually, the dark marks on his skin started to fade. His beautiful skin returned, unmarked by the curse that had claimed his soul. Soon, he was himself once more.
His lips caught mine, and he resumed the kiss, his hand on my ass again. Then he guided me up and down, telling me he could handle this—at least for right now.
My hands anchored against his chest, and I moved over him, rolling my hips at the same time, taking his dick as deep as I could handle it. The fire between my legs made me forget about the threat right in front of me, the monster that could snap my neck and harvest my soul straight out of my chest.
He thrust his hips up to meet me, his hands gripping me by the hips. “Fuck.” The word left his mouth in a heated whisper, his skin shining with sweat. He moaned with me, mirrored my breaths, got lost in the connection between our bodies.
It didn’t take me long to reach my crescendo, not when it came to Bastian, not when he looked at me like that and fucked me like that. My fingers fisted his hair as I writhed, as I started to buck uncontrollably against him. My eyes locked on his as I came, saying his name over and over. “Bastian…”
His skin started to darken once again, and the focused expression on his face showed how hard he worked to fight it, to stay in the moment with me, to not kill me then and there. Both hands gripped my ass and guided me at the quick pace he wanted. His hard face had never looked so handsome as it did when he was in the throes of pleasure. I knew the moment he released because his entire body tightened, his eyes hardened like daggers, and he let out a moan that he couldn’t suppress. He anchored me to him as he filled me, as his hips continued to grind while he moved inside me.