Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 192810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 964(@200wpm)___ 771(@250wpm)___ 643(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 964(@200wpm)___ 771(@250wpm)___ 643(@300wpm)
His darkened gaze raked over my face, my body, a soft, amethyst light mingling with the night in his eyes, and then I watched his head drop down.
With a scrape of teeth against my skin, and a deft flick of his tongue, the front fastener of my bra released.
Holy Hecate.
Smooth.
Released, the cups popped aside, my breast (swollen), my nipples (beaded and aching) were exposed to his gaze, and my hips drove up, feeling the hard, promising line of his cock pressing into my thigh as his head dropped again.
He blew on one nipple while his hand curved over my other breast. And then he took it hungrily into his mouth just as his fingers pinched the opposite one.
By the gods.
“Aleksei,” I moaned, plunging my hands into his hair.
He sucked, licked, scraped his teeth on one and squeezed, twisted and pulled with the other.
So good.
So, so good.
And then he switched.
Gods.
Beautiful torture.
I was mindless, squirming, my fingers fisted in his thick, soft hair, my other hand seeking, demanding, tugging at clothing.
Begging.
He pulled away and I gasped audaciously at his loss.
Then I watched as he stood at the side of the bed, yanked off his shirt, pulled down his jeans, exposing the total fullness of his beauty, leaving me quivering. He reached in and dragged my pants down my legs, taking my panties with them.
He tossed them aside, dipped low while his big hands ran up the backs of my thighs, lifting them, spreading them.
And then his mouth was on me.
Oh yes.
So good.
So, so good.
I arched fully, driving myself into Aleksei’s lapping, gorging mouth.
“Yes, by the gods, yes,” I breathed, coming up to my elbows and nearly climaxing at seeing his dark head working between my thighs, his big tan hands curled around the pale skin at the juncture of my hips, pulsing me into his hunger.
I reached out and clutched his hair to claim him, hold him to me, and he kept working me even as he tipped back and the deep-violet topaz that had taken over his eyes fired through me.
Our gazes locked as I gripped his hair, he gripped my hips and fed from me, brazenly, downright pornographically, like we were daring the other to look away.
And then with all he was doing, giving, demanding, I couldn’t. The climax was speeding toward me.
My eyes drifted half-mast, my head was about to fall back.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he grunted into my flesh. “Look at me.”
With effort, I focused on him.
“Honey,” I begged.
He lapped agonizingly, gloriously, back to front while I watched.
Oh my gods.
“Watch me eat you,” he ordered.
My entire body trembled.
He kept at me. “You don’t come until my cock is driving inside you.”
His hands seized my hips like a marauder seizing his loot, pulsing me into his mouth.
“Watch me,” he growled into my wet.
I watched.
His eyes locked to mine, he ate.
I watched.
He tongue fucked me.
I watched, whimpering, and quivering.
He scraped my clit with his teeth.
I gasped and shuddered.
He surged up, clamping his hands behind my knees, rolling them back, positioning, and with our eyes still secured, I felt the head of his cock search, stretch, probe.
I caught my lip between my teeth.
A predatory sound rumbled out of his chest and settled over me like chains.
I was his.
He was mine.
But right now, I was his.
He thrust, filling me.
Oh yes.
I was his.
I cried out, my eyes fluttering closed, my entire body arching, my pussy accommodating, taking all of him.
“Laura,” he clipped, my name harsh, guttural.
Magic.
I righted my head, opened my eyes and saw the most cruelly beautiful sight I had ever seen.
And then it got better as I watched Aleksei fuck me.
I panted, clutched the sheets, rocked with his thrusts.
He hiked my knees higher, spread them wider.
“Feel us,” he grunted.
Oh, I felt us.
Even so, I reached out, scraping my nails along his ridged abs, watching him grit his teeth, the muscle jump in his jaw, feeling the power I had over him, clutching his cock with my pussy as it drove into me. I sifted through the curls at its base and felt the wet, hot, silken steel shaft brand me inside.
And it was…
It was…
Why I’d been born.
“Yes, bissi tressa,” he encouraged gently.
Given permission (thankfully), I finally let go, cried out, drove down onto his cock and exploded.
Reaching the stars.
And they were all mine.
Aleksei gave me the stars.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, dropping his weight to mine, clasping a hand at the back of my neck and one at my hip to hold me steady as he rode me, drilled me, and then he planted himself deep, and for the second time in my life, I heard a dragon roar.
His big body shuddered powerfully and then collapsed on mine.
His weight was great, but I could do nothing but accept it gladly.
I wound my limbs around him.
Coming back to myself, I felt how big he was, how much I had to stretch to accommodate his size. I throbbed between my legs, feeling used, even abused.