Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 93463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
I’ll burn down the whole fucking world before I ever let her go.
I want to claim her.
I want to pound into her. I want to erase the existence of anything but me from her mind. I want to mark every single thought, every nerve ending, with the weight of me. I want to brand her from the inside out.
But I can’t… I won’t. She needs time and patience.
So I take my time. She’s so wet, open, and waiting for me. My self-control is hanging by a goddamn thread.
I can see the arousal in her eyes, feel it dripping down the curve of her ass. Beautiful, beautiful girl. “I love you, Zoya,” I whisper.
As I glide the head of my cock to her entrance, emotion chokes me. “I love you so damn much.” I can’t breathe. I’ve never cried in my entire life, not once, but now? I feel that pressure building, coiled behind my eyes. I don’t let it fall. I can’t. Not yet.
I clear my throat and push in just the tip, sliding gently, so gently, into her slick heat. It’s fucking killing me to hold back, to not bury myself all the way. My restraint feels like punishment.
Gently, I glide into her, back and forth, teasing us both. “Oh, darling girl,” I whisper, as I slowly push my cock deeper into her. “Oh, my sweet angel…”
“Oh god, Seamus. Please…” she moans, her voice trembling, breaking. Her legs wrap tightly around me like she can’t bear a single inch of space between us.
“Yes… yes,” she whispers. Her arms come around my neck, and her soft lips meet mine. I kiss her, deep, consuming, while I move inside her.
Slow. Rhythmic. I thrust into her with pure, focused precision. It feels so fucking right. Like the way it was always meant to be.
I thrust in gently, shaking with the effort of holding myself back. “Does it hurt, love?” I ask, brushing her hair back. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
I say it again, quieter. “I need you to tell me. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt my angel.”
“Just a little,” she says, biting her lip. “It’s just tight… but I’m wet and…” She pauses. “Seamus?”
“Yes, love?” I still, waiting for her.
“I don’t care if it hurts,” she whispers, her eyes wide and unwavering. “You’re the only one I want to feel this with. Please, take me. Take me with everything.”
My shoulders are trembling from holding back, from not slamming into her the way my body’s begging to. But I glide in again, slow and smooth. Her tight, hot, perfect pussy grips my cock like she was made for me.
In and out. In and out. I move in rhythm, matching her moans with every pulse. I continue pushing into her, losing myself.
“Oh, yes, please,” she pants out. “Yes, that feels so good.”
I thrust in and out, faster, deeper. I feel like a goddamn boy. I can’t hold back much longer. I’m gonna come, and I can’t stop it.
I have no control. She owns me. She’s everything I ever fucking wanted.
I’m shaking when I ease into her again, and again.
Over and over. I’ve conquered cities, torn through empires, claimed my entire clan, and yet here, with her? I can’t even hold myself together. I’m unraveling.
I’ve always prided myself on self-control. But now? Now it’s slipping. It’s taking everything in me not to pound into her like an animal.
“More, Seamus,” she whispers. “I can take it.”
“Love…” I breathe, then push all the way in. She gasps, sharp, breathless.
I reach up, caressing her breasts, holding her with reverence. My large hands curve over her shoulders, anchoring her to me as I begin to build a deeper rhythm.
In and out. In and out. Her body trembling under mine, giving herself fully.
She lets out a soft, hoarse breath. “I’m going to come again, I think.”
“You said it, love. Just let go. It’s all yours now, every last bit of it.”
This is hers now.
I feel her climax around me, tight, clenched, then softening as she moans and her eyes flutter shut.
I can’t help it anymore. I spill into her. Claiming her. My hot seed lashes against her walls as I groan, my body bucking with the force of release. Even now, I’m holding back. Still gentle, still careful.
Slowly, I thrust into her again, easing out, then in. Soft. Rhythmic. Ecstasy floods me as she holds me.
I’m boneless, paralyzed, spent.
My forehead touches hers. I’m breathless. “Oh god, Zoya… That was perfect,” I whisper.
My body’s still damp, a sheen of sweat clinging to me, but I don’t care. She kisses my shoulder and whispers back, “Perfect.”
Then she murmurs, “Hold me, Seamus.”
Still inside her, I fold my arms around her body and hold her close. That’s when I notice the tears streaking down her cheeks.
“Zoya?” My voice drops. “Oh my god. I’m a fucking asshole. What happened? Are you okay? I hurt you.”