Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 143870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
Our gazes lock, and he brushes his lips against mine, breathing the words into a soft kiss.
“Ready for me, dea?”
It’s a loaded question, but I nod against him with a certainty that doesn’t waver. I want this with every fiber of my being.
He palms my face, giving me a long, slow kiss before he reaches between us and presses the head of his cock to my entrance.
As he starts to push inside, I’m grateful for all the work he did to prepare me. Because even soaking wet, there’s no question I’ll need to adjust to the enormity of his size.
He’s stretching me apart, and the intensity of so much pressure and fullness is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Behind the mask, his eyes shutter closed, and a tremor runs through him as he sinks deeper. He’s barely even inside me, and he’s drowning in the feeling of it.
I can’t stop staring at him, and I don’t want to acknowledge this feeling, whatever it is. But it’s impossible to ignore what’s right in front of me. He’s always been so controlled, I was certain that nothing could ever destabilize him. Right now—he looks completely wrecked.
It’s hard to focus on anything else. I don’t even want to blink. But as he pushes deeper, my body clenches around him, and I suck in a sharp breath.
It feels like he’s splitting me in half, and my nerves are getting the best of me.
“Bran.” It’s the only thing I can manage to say, but it’s all I need.
He opens his eyes and settles his gaze on my face, the warmth of his assurance dissolving some of my panic.
“You’re doing so good for me, dea. Just breathe.”
I nod, and he untethers one of my bracelets so I can move my arms freely. My hands glide up over the muscular build of his shoulders, fingers pressing into him. He angles my head back and kisses a path along my jaw before he takes my mouth again.
As he deepens the kiss, my body relaxes, and he fills me completely.
Shifting his weight, he rolls his hips as he pauses to check in with me. I breathe my assurance, accepting him as he starts to move.
He slowly withdraws and thrusts back into me, letting out a groan as I scrape my nails down his back.
“Look how well you take it.” He pulls back to watch himself fuck me. “Non sai quello che mi fai.”
Those words drift through the haze of pleasure, disorienting me as I try to make sense of it.
“I don’t know Latin.” I exhale on a ragged breath.
A hint of dark amusement teases his lips as he strokes my clit, distracting me from the thought entirely.
The obscenely wet sound of him fucking me while he increases the friction of his fingers tips me over the edge embarrassingly fast.
The orgasm explodes through me in rolling waves, stealing my senses and leaving me weightless beneath him.
It feels like it goes on forever, and when I finally manage to open my eyes, Bran is staring down at me like he’s in agony. It’s only then I realize how hard I was clenching around him.
My gaze drifts downward, lust sparking in my veins as I drink in the sight of his massive cock lodged inside me. There’s something so feral about it. He’s the strongest man I’ve ever been with, and it feels like I’m being fucked by a warlord returning from conquest.
Seeing him on the edge of oblivion has me desperate to push him over.
I roll my hips against him, and he takes control. Dragging his cock through my arousal, he thrusts into me with a growl.
I trail my fingers down his back, gripping the muscular globes of his ass as he fucks me into the bed.
The shock of sensation overwhelms me as he drives deeper and harder, straining every muscle in his body. He lays claim to me like I’m the only one who can satisfy this hunger, and all that exists is this moment.
I bury my face against his throat, something heavy pressing between my ribs as I breathe him in.
There’s an awareness just beyond my thoughts, but it drifts away as I satiate a craving of my own.
Grazing his skin with my lips, I bite and suck my way down to the hollow between his neck and shoulder. It gets me high on the taste of him and sends a surge of heat through his body as his tension climbs.
He thrusts into me until he reaches the point of pure agony, releasing a guttural sound when he withdraws at the last second. Fisting his wet cock, his abs contract and his head tips back as hot cum spurts across my belly.
I watch, enrapt, as he continues to stroke himself, drawing out his pleasure. His throat works and his heart pounds as aftershocks ravage his body, a current still coursing through him.