Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
His hands are everywhere, rough and demanding, yanking my clothes off like they’ve personally insulted him. My shirt? Gone in one sharp tug, the buttons scattering across the room like tiny confetti bombs. My bra? Ripped clean off, the delicate lace shredding as his fingers glide over my skin with just enough pressure to make me shiver. And then, he’s tearing through my panties like they’re tissue paper, the delicate fabric disintegrating under his touch. I gasp, my pussy already soaked and throbbing, aching for him in a way that’s almost embarrassing.
He growls again, low and primal, and I can feel the heat of his breath against my neck as he leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. His tusks brush the sensitive spot, sending pulses of current shooting down my center and straight to my clit. “You smell like the sweetest sin,” he rasps, his voice rough and wild, and I can’t help but moan, my hips bucking up instinctively, desperate for friction. He chuckles darkly, his claws tracing down my body with agonizing slowness, leaving faint red marks in their wake. My nipples harden under his touch, aching and sensitive, and he doesn’t waste a second before pinching one between his fingers, twisting just enough to make me cry out.
His other hand slides down my stomach, fingers dipping into the slick mess between my thighs, and I swear I nearly fucking combust. “So fucking wet for me already,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with condescension, and I can’t even deny it. His fingers stroke through my folds, teasing my clit with lazy, deliberate movements that have me arching off the bed, desperate for more. But he’s not done tormenting me yet.
He pulls his hand away, and I whine, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for his touch. But then he’s lifting my leg, hooking it over his shoulder, and leaning down to lick a long, wet stripe from my entrance to my clit. I scream, my hands fisting in the sheets as his tongue works me over with ruthless precision, fucking me with his mouth in a way that has me seeing stars. His growls vibrate against my sensitive skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge, my orgasm building with a ferocity that’s almost terrifying.
But he pulls away just before I can come, leaving me whimpering and desperate, my hips bucking up in search of friction. He smirks down at me, his eyes glowing with that predatory gleam, and I know he’s not fucking done with me yet. Not even close.
Oren doesn’t waste time. He’s on me in seconds, his cock already rock-hard and dripping with pre-cum. He flips me over onto my hands and knees, and I hear the growl in his chest as he kneels behind me. His hands grab my hips, pulling my ass back toward him, and I moan, my cunt clenching in anticipation.
“You fucking want this?” he growls, his voice thick with lust.
“God, yes,” I whimper, my voice trembling.
He doesn’t ask twice. His cock slams into me with one brutal thrust, and I scream, my nails digging into the sheets. He’s huge, stretching me wide open, and I can feel every inch of him as he fucks me raw. His grip tightens on my hips, his claws leaving little crescent moons in my skin, and I love the sting, love the way it reminds me who’s in charge.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he snarls, burying himself to the hilt. My pussy grips him like a vice, hot and wet and desperate for more.
He sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming into my ass with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, and I can’t stop moaning, my pussy aching with every stroke. His hands slide up my back, tangling in my hair, and he yanks my head back, forcing me to arch against him.
“Take it,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “Take every fucking inch.”
I do. My pussy clenches around him, my body trembling as he fucks me harder, deeper. I can feel him everywhere, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. My moans turn into screams, my body burning with pleasure as he takes me to the edge and pushes me over. As we come together, the black mark on my chest catches fire, sending electricity flowing down my spine.
My lungs are barely working. There are bruises in places I didn’t know I had. My hair’s a bird’s nest. My insides feel like they’ve been gently melted and then filled back up with honey. And I can’t stop smiling.
We’re both quiet for a long time after. Not awkward-quiet, just… stunned. Like our bodies got zapped by a power surge and are waiting for the all-clear. The sheets are ruined, the bed’s askew, and I’m lying flat on my back, one leg draped over Oren’s granite thigh. He’s on his side, propped up on an elbow, looking at me with this unreadable expression that makes my insides do another, entirely different flip.