Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 212458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1062(@200wpm)___ 850(@250wpm)___ 708(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1062(@200wpm)___ 850(@250wpm)___ 708(@300wpm)
“Engaged,” I manage to whimper. “I’m engaged.”
But it is definitely too late because he’s already inside me. Instead of pushing away, instead of protesting because I’ve never been this stuffed, I grab his shoulders with both hands, mouth dropping open as I absorb sensations. He leans over and pulls my engagement ring off my finger and I hear the ping of it landing somewhere in the distance.
“Not anymore you’re not,” he says.
“What?” I manage.
Did this shapeshifter just rip my engagement ring off me and throw it after plunging his huge cock into me? I’m pretty sure he did.
“It doesn’t matter,” he tells me, caressing my face and staring deep while pulling back until he’s almost all the way out. “If you were meant to be his, we wouldn’t be here right now. That was temporary. This is real.” He slams his hips forward and keeps talking, “This…” another slam “is what matters. You can call him when we’re done and tell him it’s off. Then, baby, you never even need to think of him again.” His fingertips stroke down my hairline, stopping at my jaw. “After this, he’ll just be Whatshisface, someone you used to know and barely recall. I’m already there with anyone before you.”
Of their own volition, my legs wind around his backside as he flexes his hips again. Our tongues dance, our hips move, and then I’m just taking it because he’s slowly, purposefully fucking into me with power, with arrogance, with a sense of entitlement in his eyes. And it’s incredible.
He’s the most beautiful male specimen I have ever seen. Touched. His body is ridiculously beautiful, hot to the touch, and it feels amazing to touch it. And I feel like I’m on the verge of tears and I don’t know why. Because this feels so good? Because of Auntie Nelle doing this – showing me what I’ve always known but maybe forgotten? That magic is real. Because of the way Mason Quinn is looking at me right now? Like I’m the only woman for him? Like I’m his dream girl? Or am I about to cry because I’m cheating on Whatshisface?
Cheating? Oh my God…
What am I doing? What am I doing right now? I’m a cheater.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Amelia,” he says, “and you’re mine,” he adds, then he pulls out, turns me to my belly, hauls me up onto my knees by my hips, and slams back inside. I wobble and fall on my face, but he tugs me back up, then puts his hands to my breasts. I grab his wrought iron headboard with both hands and as his nose traces along my shoulder up to my neck as his fingers move to my clitoris, I swallow down a lump along with a huge helping of emotion. He circles my clit while sliding in and out, slowly. I close my eyes, soak it in, tightening my grip on the iron, hearing a low vibrating noise. Has he pulled out a vibrator? No… he’s making a growling sound again, though this doesn’t sound angry – it’s sensual instead. Lower. More like a motor, or the purr of a large jungle cat. And this sound makes me feel all gooey and happy while he fucks me. I’m fucking a stranger. A supernatural stranger. This is amazing. This is delicious. This is lewd and dirty and… bareback. Oh shit! Bareback! I blink a couple times and decide that’s probably okay, as long as he doesn’t have diseases.
Fuck this feels good. It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything remotely resembling this.
He picks up pace, fucking harder, fucking faster, and then he slows again, with his lips moving from my shoulder to my neck. That feels good. More than good – great.
But then I feel his teeth as his pace quickens on my clit, as his deep strokes in and out of me cause a surge of wetness I can hear – like stirring macaroni.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he tells me, pressing a kiss to my throat. “My cock is finally home.”
As if I wasn’t already wet enough. God… I’d be mortified if I had the chance to be at that noise – but instead, I’m lost in sensation, coming hard, whimpering, but then I jerk in surprise and I could swear there’s a vibrator inside me. Vibrations are coming from his chest as well as from his dick.
The thrusting stops, but he stays seated in me, and declares, “Mine” in a guttural, rasping tone before he sinks his teeth into my flesh where my neck meets my shoulder and holy fuck… I scream. Loud. This is a scream of part pain, part pleasure as the orgasm unravels while he’s got a chunk of me in his mouth, while he vibrates inside me in a way that has my body bucking, wetness leaking out of my eyes not to mention between my thighs. I’m so fucking full.