Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 111435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Nothing existed except him.
Hades.
“I wanted to control everything about the first time I was inside of you,” Hades growled, his fingers still moving, coaxing me to climax. “But then you babbled about going shopping. Then you looked at me like you were imagining my cock inside of you. Then you came out in that fucking dress.” He pulled my hair to expose my neck. His lips landed on it, teeth grazing my carotid artery. “You stole all my control. I don’t have a choice.”
Somehow, some way, his fingers left me, my legs wrapped around his hips, my panties were pushed to the side and his cock surged inside of me.
All the way inside.
I screamed. It was muffled by his hand against my mouth, but it was still a scream.
It was exquisite. Overwhelming. I’d never felt so full in my fucking life.
He didn’t remove his hand straight away, as if he knew I was about to fall apart, as if he sensed that even his large hand against my mouth might not come anywhere close to muffling the sound of my next orgasm.
The conversations of people beyond the door were nothing but a faraway echo.
“I don’t have a choice whether or not to fuck you right now, Freya,” Hades murmured, his lips at my ear. “I’m going to come inside you. You’re going to clench around my dick. I won’t get to see every inch of you as you do so. I won’t get to hear you scream the way I want. but that’s gonna happen later.”
Then he started thrusting. He stared at me as his hips moved, his hand still at my mouth, muffling my moans of pleasure. Veins in his neck pulsated from restraint. And I knew he was restraining himself right now. This was a muscled fucking sex god. He was fucking me with one-tenth of his strength, of his hunger, his desire. I heard that in his voice, saw it in his eyes, in the way he was holding himself.
If this was one-tenth of what he was capable of giving me, I had no idea how I’d survive him.
But I couldn’t think about the future right now. All I cared about was Hades’s cock plunging inside me, his hand on my mouth, my teeth grazing against his fingers, fingers that tasted faintly of me.
My second orgasm came fast, quick, and it was earth-shattering.
“Yes,” Hades hissed, still fucking me, holding me up, taking all of my weight since the flimsy dressing room partition definitely couldn’t take it. “That’s my girl,” he rasped, his voice animalistic. “Come for me.”
He kept going, my body exploding with aftershocks, his body refusing to let me settle, to let me come down. His eyes were locked on me the entire time. It was an out-of-body experience, having this man—the one I’d touched myself thinking about for weeks—fucking me in a Nordstrom dressing room, fucking me like I’d never been fucked before.
And I’d never felt more in touch with my body in my entire life. Never felt more like a woman in my entire fucking life.
I came apart again, coming for the third time. This time, I brought Hades with me. He let out a low growl that sounded like it came from the back of his throat. I couldn’t tell whether it was a roar or a whisper. All I knew was that I felt it in my pores.
I felt him in my pores.
I did not walk out of Nordstrom with a dress. However, I did walk out of Nordstrom with a man who had just made me come. Three times. Although his hand was settled on my lower back and his cock was back in his jeans, I could still feel him inside me. Because he was still inside of me.
Not only had Derek never come inside of me, but he’d also never fucked me without a condom. That was not something I did.
Ever.
Nor was it something I forgot about in the throes of passion. The throes had never been intense enough for me to forget about sexually transmitted diseases or unwanted pregnancy. Sure, I was on the pill and had been since I was a teenager, but that did not mean I couldn’t get pregnant. Multiple girls at clubs I’d worked at had told me stories about unplanned pregnancies that were the result of sex with a man who hadn’t wanted to use condoms. I’d told myself I would only forgo condoms when I was okay with having a child with the man I was fucking. There was not one single man who’d ever fucked me that I had wanted to have a child with.
I snuck a look at the man who was driving my car. Something he’d demanded because apparently it was impossible for a man to sit in a passenger seat and let a woman drive.