Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 31800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“More,” I whisper, surprising myself.
His eyes flash with something primal, and he pushes deeper until finally he’s seated fully inside me. I feel split open, claimed, completely and utterly possessed.
“Mine,” he growls against my ear, and then he starts to move.
What follows is unlike anything I could have imagined. He’s so careful at first, his movements slow and measured, letting me get used to the feel of him. But as my body responds, as I start to move with him instead of against him, something shifts.
The careful control begins to fray.
His thrusts become deeper, more demanding, and I can only hold on as he drives into me with increasing intensity. Each movement sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, building higher and higher until I can barely breathe.
“Lykan,” I gasp, my head thrown back as sensation overwhelms me.
“That’s it, habibti. Let go for me.”
When the climax hits, it’s like being struck by lightning. My body convulses around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, and I hear myself crying out his name.
But he doesn’t stop. Even as I’m still trembling from the aftershocks, he’s pulling out and sitting up, reaching for me.
“What are you—”
“We’re not done,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Not even close.”
Before I can protest, he’s lifting me, positioning me so I’m straddling his lap. I can feel him, hard and ready beneath me, and despite the sensitivity between my legs, my body responds instantly.
“I want to watch you this time,” he murmurs, his hands settling on my hips. “I want to see your face when you take me.”
He guides me down onto him, and the new angle makes me gasp. He feels even bigger this way, if that’s possible, filling me so completely I can barely think.
“Move,” he commands softly. “Show me how much you want this.”
I try to lift myself up, but my legs are shaking, weak from my first climax. “I don’t know how—”
“I’ll teach you.” His hands tighten on my hips, lifting me almost completely off him before slowly lowering me back down. “Like this.”
The sensation is incredible. Different. I’m in control but somehow completely at his mercy at the same time.
“Again,” he orders, and I try to match the rhythm he’s set.
Up and down. Up and down. Each movement sends sparks through my already oversensitive body, and I can feel another climax building impossibly fast.
“I can’t,” I pant, my movements becoming erratic. “It’s too much. Please, I need to stop—”
“No.” His grip on my hips tightens, and suddenly he’s the one controlling the movement, bouncing me on his lap with a relentless rhythm. “You don’t get to stop. Not until I say so.”
Up and down and up and down and up and down, faster and faster until I’m sobbing with the intensity of it. The pleasure is so overwhelming it borders on pain, and I can feel myself spiraling toward another climax that threatens to tear me apart.
“Please,” I beg, though I’m not sure if I’m begging him to stop or to never stop.
“Come for me again,” he growls, his own control finally fraying. “Come for me now.”
The second orgasm hits me like a freight train, so much more intense than the first that my vision goes white. I feel my body clenching around him impossibly tight as wave after wave of sensation crashes over me.
It’s too much. Too intense. Too everything.
The last thing I’m aware of is Lykan’s arms catching me as I collapse against his chest, consciousness slipping away as my body finally surrenders to the overwhelming pleasure.
When I wake, I’m still in his arms, my head tucked against his shoulder. I’m warm and protected, and there’s something different about the way I feel. Like I’ve been fundamentally changed. Reborn.
I shift slightly and feel the sticky evidence of our joining between my legs. My face burns as the memories come flooding back.
“You’re awake.” His voice is a low rumble against my ear.
I look up to find him watching me with an intensity that makes my cheeks burn even hotter. “How long was I...?”
“Not long.” His thumb brushes across my cheekbone with infinite tenderness. “You feel it, too.”
My heart trips at his words, at the vulnerability I hear beneath them.
“Don’t you?” he asks.
I can only nod, because he’s right. Something has changed, not just inside me, but between us too. There’s a connection now that wasn’t there before, invisible but unbreakable.
I watch in fascination as he reaches for a box of tissues on the side table. My face flames when I realize what he intends to do.
“Lykan, I can—”
“Let me.” His voice is gentle but firm. “Let me take care of you.”
I’m embarrassed but also deeply moved by his tenderness as he cleans between my legs with careful, reverent touches. No one has ever cared for me like this before. Made me feel so cherished.