Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he grunted, the single word a rasp as he seated himself completely inside me.
I couldn’t breathe. All the air had fled.
“You okay?” he asked, voice strained, expression tight.
My nails were burrowed deep in his shoulder as I whispered, “I’ve never felt anything as right as you.”
He edged back an inch so he could gaze down at me, searching my expression as he remained painfully still. Every part of him was held in sharp restraint yet fully given.
His heart and his spirit and his mind.
“Was terrified of believing it…that you were meant for me,” he murmured as he lifted my hand that was still twined with his and brushed his lips over my knuckles. “But you were, Raven.”
He eased back a fraction before he edged back in, a little deeper that time, stealing the oxygen all over again. “You were meant for me. Do you feel it?” he grunted.
I could barely nod, trying for a tease but unable to find it. “The only thing I feel is you.”
“That’s right, Moonflower. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. My cock buried so deep inside you that you can’t process anything else except for me. When you can’t think about anything else but the pleasure I’m going to bring you.”
He brushed the thumb of his hand still entwined with mine along my jaw, voice gruff and raw. “Nothing as perfect as this. Your pussy hugging me tight. You in my arms. This heart beating against mine.”
“Nothing,” I told him. “Nothing could be better than this.”
A smirk hitched on his delicious mouth. “Oh, I think it’s going to get better, darlin’. I haven’t even begun with you yet.”
I lifted my hips, urging him on, needy and desperate for him to show me. “Then you’d better start.”
It was close to a chuckle that rolled through his chest. “Needy girl.”
Though that lightness shifted to something close to predatory when he pushed up onto his hands.
His eyes raked down my trembling body, my body that was already covered in a sheen of sweat. A slow slide of ravenous appreciation in his hungry gaze. He paused when it landed on where we were joined.
“Look at that, my cock possessing you.” His tone hardened in potency.
He pulled back then drove back in. The thrust was powerful and hard, and my back arched from the bed at the sublime intrusion.
“Otto.”
“That’s right, Raven. That’s exactly what I want to hear. My name on that sweet little tongue. Going to have you chanting it forever.”
A gasp ripped out of me as he drew back out then drove back in deep. He began to move in firm, measured strokes. Each one of them sent flames licking up my spine and lapping at my insides.
A beautiful burn that gathered strength with each rock of his hips.
I met each one, urging him to take me harder, to find the reckless rhythm we’d been racing toward all these years.
It took all of a few seconds before we were a writhing, gasping mess in the middle of his bed.
Grunts and drags of nails and grumblings of need.
“Fuck, Raven. So good. The way your cunt feels wrapped around my cock. So tight. So fuckin’ tight and perfect. Never have felt anything as good as this. Nothing can compare. Gonna do me in.”
He didn’t take me gently. Like I was fragile or breakable. He took me the way my being begged him to do.
Unshackled and unchained.
I relished in it. Felt my wings that had been clipped flapping in the wind, freedom laid out right out in front of me.
He worked us into a frenzy. Energy frenetic as it buzzed through the room. Sparks of lightning flickered at the edges of my sight.
Pleasure billowed and swelled.
The threat of bliss blooming on the horizon.
His hips snapped as he drove into me, the man an onslaught of greed.
He curled a big arm around the top of my head, covering me whole as he surged down to capture my mouth in a kiss that nearly sent me sailing.
At the same time, he wound his other hand between us and circled his fingertips around my clit.
Fire flashed.
A wave of heat that blistered beneath the surface of my skin.
“Oh God…please…yes…harder.”
Otto groaned. “You don’t know what you’re askin’ for, Moonflower.”
It was close to a warning. Maybe a promise.
I smoldered beneath it, sure it was the man who was going to be the one to do me in.
Ravage and devastate.
“I want everything you could ever give me.”
He looped an arm under my thigh so he could spread me wider and shifted the angle.
The fat head of his cock hit that sensitive spot inside me as he took me again and again.
I started gasping, jutting up in desperation as the pleasure grew and bound. Gathering strength with each slam of his body.
It was hard and messy and desperate, and he was suddenly on his knees, keeping me open with one hand as he played me into disorder with the other, thumb circling and circling my throbbing bud as he pounded into me.