Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
I closed my eyes when he rubbed his horns over my curves, positioning himself on top of me so he could cover me fully. Sliding down my body, Marrex scraped his fangs along my inner thighs, dragging a gasp from my lips. I moaned in pleasure, my pussy soaked for my monster.
My monster.
He rose back up, his thickly corded and muscular forearms caging me in. I shuddered in desire and need. I ached in erotic submission.
“So soft. So pretty.” He spoke in low, measured tones, his words then morphing and unintelligible to me as he growled in his language. He marked me, claimed me in ways that no other creature ever would.
They were a promise—a warning to anyone and everything else of what would happen if they came too close to me.
For the first time in my life, I allowed myself to be vulnerable as I fully surrendered.
“You’re trembling,” he growled, his deep voice rumbling through the cave despite it being low and intimate.
His clawed hand brushed over my arm, the sharp tips grazing my skin, no doubt leaving behind faint pink lines that made me shiver. I didn’t answer. What could I say? I was too weak with my arousal to even think clearly.
“Do I frighten you, Freydis?”
I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat as I let his question sink deeper into me.
His towering frame loomed over me, his silvery-gray skin seeming to glisten in the flickering light of the fire and the shimmer of the moonlight.
His black horns curved almost menacingly from his skull, but I remembered how he had rubbed them all along my inner thighs and pussy, so softly, bringing forth nothing but pleasure. I could smell myself on them, see the wetness smeared over them from my arousal. It was like I had marked him.
His massive wings stretched out wide, casting more shadows that danced across the cave walls. His now glowing eyes bore into mine, unblinking, waiting for my answer.
“No,” I finally answered, that lone word honest. “Not… not anymore… Marrex.”
His whole body shuddered, as if hearing me say his name was an aphrodisiac.
His hand moved to cup my face, so big that it was hard not to feel tiny, minuscule, in his presence. I leaned into his touch, my heart racing, because this felt so good.
It feels so right.
“That pleases me, my female,” he purred, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. He was careful not to cut me with his claw. “Because tonight, I’m going to claim you completely.”
I felt a warmth spread through me. His words were final. Every night, he touched me, teased me, drove me to the edge of insanity with his fangs, claws, and horns, but he had never penetrated me, never taken me over the edge. No matter how much I’d begged him to with the silent pleas of my body’s reactions and my unhindered moans.
But tonight was different. Tonight, there would be no turning back.
The softness of the furs contrasted with the hardness of his massive body. His gaze was consumed with every detail of my body.
He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin. I gasped, my back arching as that small sensation sent sparks of pleasure through me.
Marrex extended his wings and curled them around us, blocking out all light so the only illumination came from his eyes.
“Touch me,” he demanded quietly, and my fingers found the membrane of his wings.
I marveled at the texture. “You’re so soft,” I murmured.
“You’re softer,” he groaned and closed his eyes, his hard body shaking as if my small touch ignited something primal in him. “So fragile. But you’re mine, Freydis. Mine in all ways.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, my nipples hardening until they ached, and my pussy became even more drenched than it had been already.
With my other hand, I reached up, my fingers brushing against the smooth, cool surface of one of his horns. He growled low in his throat, a sound that was almost a purr, and tipped his head into my touch.
“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my fingers exploring the curve of his horn while my other hand traced the veins in his wing.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he caught my wrist in his hand, his grip firm but not painful, and guided my hand lower to the smooth, hard bare skin of his chest.
Right over his heart.
The beat was strong beneath my palm, his body heat seeping into me, warming me to my core. There was no ignoring or denying his strength and how it made up every inch of his powerful body.
I could tell how even the lightest touch I gave him affected Marrex deeply. I ran my hands over his muscular chest, feeling the hard planes and the way his muscles flexed beneath my palm.