Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Fuck, War,” I moan and squirm as his fingers hit the perfect spot. “What are we doing?”
“Right now I’m pushing you up to that edge and watching your skin flush. I’m tasting your pussy, licking your sex, drinking you down and absolutely fucking loving it. You drive me wild, Melody, even when you’re being selfish, even when you’re a fucking liar, all I can think about is pinning you down and sliding my cock between your legs. I want to hurt you and fuck you and make you come. I want to watch you swallow my cock, over and over again. I can’t stop obsessing about it, my pretty Melody.”
He sits back and I stare down at him, hands pressed against his chest as his cock teases me, the tip of it against my soaking entrance. I suck in gasping breaths, whimpering, body trembling with anticipation, until he slowly sinks deeper, and deeper, and I gasp with bliss, my head thrown back. He fills me to the brim and stretches me wide, his thick cock destroying me, driving me to the edge and beyond, breaking me to pieces, making it so I can’t hide behind lies anymore. Everything is out in the open, everything is laid bare, and he isn’t gentle about it. No, War’s never gentle.
He fucks me. Nice and deep, he fucks me and looks in my eyes and pulls my hair and bites my lower lip as he grinds his cock into me. I moan, whimpering, words totally gone, language all but forgotten as I devolve into grunts and groans, my body shaking and sweating, and he keeps going, growling his pleasure. “Fuck, you feel good,” he says, and his tone sounds like gravel in a roller coaster. “God damn it, Melody, your tight little cunt is like heaven.” He rips into me, again and again. “Tell me you love it.”
“I love it,” I whimper.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me, please,” I moan. “Fuck me hard, War, you asshole. I want to feel you.”
He goes deeper, grabbing my ass before pinning me down by the throat, ripping harder and harder, and I’m riding that line between safety and terror, that beautiful gray area where pure bliss resides, and I want more, I want more hurt and more pleasure. He pulls my hair and tightens his grip around my throat as he goes harder, and his face is pulled into pure rage and ecstasy. My body’s a keening wail of need, and he doesn’t stop, the bastard, doesn’t give me a break, no rest, no kindness, not for me. This is punishment, pure and simple, a punishment I want over and over again, and finally, I feel it building between us, that gorgeous peak rolling in the air, and I buck my hips, panting for more and more and more—
And finally, I come. He chokes me as I do it, growling my name, and I come like a sledgehammer to my brain, clearing me out and destroying me. When I can’t take anymore, he turns me around, spreads my legs, and licks me from behind.
“Fuck,” I say, twitching. “Oh, shit, I’m really sensitive now.”
“Good,” he says, lapping at me. “Fuck, you taste lovely.” He presses himself tight against me, his cock at my entrance, and I gasp as he sinks inside. He pulls me up, my back against him, his cock deep between my legs as he teases my breasts and kisses me over my shoulder. “I’m going to come deep inside of you, Melody. Fucking you isn’t enough. I want to own you, my lovely Melody.”
“Keep going,” I pant as he fucks me then, ripping into me from behind, pinning me down and taking me. “Fuck me, god damn it, War, fuck me.” And it’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt, past all the lies and the bullshit, it’s only War and me and our bodies, and the pleasure and the pain, and I want more, so much more. He keeps going deeper and deeper until his groans and grunts and gasps drive me over the edge again, and I come in a frenzy, I come like I can’t breathe, and I feel him stiffen and fill me, our orgasms mixing and mingling until I’m not sure where I am or what I want and all I care about is coming and coming and coming.
I collapse onto the rug. He falls next to me and I lean my head on his chest, listening to the rapid patter of his heart. I’m sweating, and he’s damp and grinning. I kiss his skin and take deep breaths to try to calm myself before my chest explodes.
“Much better than being alone,” he murmurs and I laugh, flushed with pleasure and still dizzy from coming twice.
“You know this is going to complicate things, right?” I look at him sideways and in the darkness of the room, he only smiles.