Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 53212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Can you hear my thoughts? I think.
He nods.
You can hear everything I’m thinking right now?
He nods again.
You can read minds?
“No, not like this.” He shakes his head. “This is different. It’s the bond. It’s…because you’re mine.” He lifts my hips up so they’re resting on his thighs, and he rubs the tip of his cock in circles against my clit.
Fuck, I have to hold back. This kind of intoxicating want is dangerous. I fear I’ll destroy her if I let go. The thoughts slip into my head, but I know they’re not mine. They’re his.
I want her mouth and her tits and her pussy and her perfect fucking ass. I want to fill her up with my come. I want to sink my teeth into her neck and feed off her. I want to claim every inch of her body until no one can touch her without knowing she’s mine.
I lock our gazes, my eyes searching his. “Don’t hold back,” I whisper. “Claim me. Take everything. Take it all.”
Rook stills, and I can hear his mind working overtime to understand what is happening. You can hear me?
I nod.
Our bond is so strong, Kylie. And fuck, I’m starting to fear how much I want you.
Don’t, I respond. Just let go.
He slides the length of his cock between the lips of my sex, not inside me but still pressing against my highly aroused flesh in ways that make more moans escape from my lips.
And I’m mesmerized by the sight. My eyes fixate on the hardness of his cock and the strength that lies in his forearm as he grips himself.
“What do you need, Kylie?”
When I don’t answer, he reaches down, gently puts his fingers under my chin, and lifts my eyes to his. “What do you need?”
I look at him. But I don’t say it out loud. I need your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me. I need you to fill me up with your come. I need fucking everything. I. Need. You.
A growl escapes his lips, and he lifts me to sitting with a gentleness and an ease I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. My legs are sprawled out over his thighs, and his cock is perched right at my entrance.
We’re face-to-face now, his dark and heated gaze locked with mine.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you,” he says, his voice deep and throaty in a way that makes my nipples harden. He leans down and sucks one of my breasts into his mouth while he jolts his hips upward, driving deep inside me in one steady thrust.
And it’s this biting combination of pleasure and pain. Euphoria and purgatory. But the pain isn’t from this being my first time; it’s from the realization that I don’t know if I can ever get enough of him. It doesn’t matter that he’s well-endowed and his cock is stretching me to my limits—I don’t think it’ll ever be deep enough.
Simply put, I will never get enough of him. I will spend the rest of forever wanting more. Always wanting more.
There’s a masochistic part of me that wants you to tear me apart. That wants you to take every single thing I can give you. I would bleed myself dry for you.
“Stop,” he growls, lifting his head to meet my eyes.
But when he tries to stop the movement of his cock, I take things into my own hands and start riding him myself. And the more I ride him, the wetter I get, the arousal turning so obscene that I can hear it as I move myself up and down.
“Kylie.” He groans. “Fuck.”
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper. “Please, please, please don’t hold back.”
“You don’t know what that means.” His jaw tightens. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Then show me.”
“Kylie.”
I reach up to grab his face between my palms, forcing his gaze to mine. “Don’t. Hold. Back.”
His cock throbs inside me. His grip on my hips grows tighter. And every time my panting breaths make my breasts brush against his chest, I feel his body tense up.
“Don’t hold back,” I repeat. “Claim me, Rook. Taste me. Feed on me.”
“Kylie.”
“Feed. On. Me.”
On a growl, his restraint fractures. He lowers his mouth to my throat, and when I feel the press of his teeth, I don’t tense. I relax. I open up. I fucking bloom.
The bite is sharp, and then heat pours through me like molten lava.
It doesn’t hurt. It ignites. My breath shatters into something desperate and needy, and my body reacts to the feeding as much as to the way he’s moving inside me.
The connection amplifies. Every sensation doubles, and I feel it in my arms and my legs and deep, deep in my core where the connection of the two of us burns.
His groan vibrates against my skin, deeper now, and edged with hunger.