Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
His forehead drops to mine and he closes his eyes. I use the moment to reach down between us. He hisses when my hand wraps around his impressive cock. It’s sticky and damp from when he was inside me.
“Can we kiss while we do it?” I whisper. “To keep me here with you?”
He groans and nods, mouth seeking mine. Though his eyes remain closed, I stare at him as we kiss deeply. The taste of myself on his lips is strange, but I don’t hate it. When he pushes me onto the bed, his heavy body covering mine, fear doesn’t ripple through me.
Desire is the victor.
I spread my legs, eagerly needing him inside me. This time, it’s me who guides him into my body. The stretch burns, but I welcome it. Being filled with this man, knowing he somehow cares about me, is the closest I’ve ever felt toward another human being. It’s like he has access to my soul and I’ve willingly gifted him with it.
“You’re not on the pill,” Caius rumbles, slowly thrusting into me.
Of course he knows all about me. It’s a breach of trust, but that was before. Before he knew knew me.
“No.”
“I’ll pull out,” he rasps, then moans with pleasure. “You’re fucking me up, love.”
I smile against his lips. Knowing I am screwing with his mind every bit as much as he has jacked with mine is gratifying. Threading my fingers into his hair, I pull him for a deeper kiss.
So this is how sex is supposed to be.
I’ve watched enough of it on television to understand and clearly had the physical part of it with Gareth, but nothing prepared me for this. The emotional, soul-binding part of it. With each deep thrust into me and every nip of his teeth on my lips, I fall hard and fast with him. This might just be a fun time for him, but it’s something much more for me.
It’s healing.
It’s fun.
It feels good.
But mostly, it’s security. I’m being treasured by a man who appears to care about nothing. I’m being kissed and pleasured and loved by a man who rarely shows emotion. It’s a wondrous glimpse behind his icy exterior.
There’s warmth inside and he’s letting me in.
His body is slick with sweat as he roughly drives into me. The desperation in his movements makes me feel powerful. How does a college girl like me take apart a poised man like Caius Crowne? I want to do it over and over again. To get lost in time with him. It’s freeing.
“You’re going to come again,” he growls against my lips.
I want to, but I’m not feeling the same sort of pleasure as before. This is purely emotional. But then he pulls away, dragging me with him until he’s standing on the edge of the bed with my ass hanging off. He grips my hips and tilts them up. When he thrusts this time, he hits the good place inside of me that makes me see stars.
“Oh!” I cry out, grasping at the blankets beneath me. “Oh God!”
My insides burn because of his enthusiastic thrusts, but the pleasure coiling deep inside me quickly snuffs it out. I have this desire to touch myself because he’s too far away. I need more, more, more. I settle for my breasts, imitating how he pinched the nipples before. This adds a new level of bliss.
I know he’s getting close to coming because his thrusts become uneven and his breaths ragged. But I’m not there yet. Digging my heels into him, I beg for him not to stop. He grunts, freezes, and then I feel him throbbing inside me. It’s enough to send me over the edge.
As I cry out with my orgasm, he jerks out of me and then slides his cock between the lips of my pussy. I’m shuddering all over but become fixated on how his cum jets out, soaking my lower belly. Unable to stop myself, I run my fingers through the thick, hot release and spread it up my body. His cock continues to jolt and spasm as my orgasm frees me from its clutches. Lazily, I tease my sensitive nipples with his cum on my fingers.
The unmasked look of pure bliss on his face is one I’d like to freeze to remember later. As quickly as it’s come, the shutters come down, transforming his features into one of boredom.
It’s a lie.
He steps back, his dripping cock flinging cum on my thighs, and grabs my discarded towel. I watch as he cleans himself up, my legs spread crudely. I flinch when he tosses the towel at me, covering my most intimate area.
“Clean up,” he instructs, not looking at me. “We have things to do today.”
I’m confused at the sudden change in him. We were both enjoying it. We both came. I don’t understand the problem.