Total pages in book: 197
Estimated words: 186911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
My orgasm was already returning fast, and I was so weak from the first one, all I could do was shudder and scream as it ripped through the last of my defenses—shattering the last illusion I had of ever again pretending bedding Shadowsoul wasn’t the most thrilling, sexiest, and deliciously wrong thing I’d ever done.
All those other times, I could say I was helpless to his body and power, but this time, I knew what I was doing—and I knew I wanted more.
The top of his head disappeared. A warm, confident swipe across my puckered hole shot me upright.
“Oh! I didn’t realize that’s what more was!”
Alisdair trapped me with a hand flat between my breasts. Slowly, he drew me back.
“Easy, little bird,” he said in that unhurried, mocking drawl. “I haven’t begun to show you more.”
Sweat beaded on my skin even as it tightened with excitement. Alisdair had his way with both holes—teasing one, tasting one, and then switching it up.
Moans pealed from my lips—loud and begging.
“A-Alisdair,” I cried. Heat melted my core, contracting it almost painfully. “Alisdair!”
My husband bit that bundle of nerves, and I exploded.
“Uhhhh!” I moaned, feet drumming the side of the bed. Again and again pleasure bowled me over, blowing up my mind as one explosion ended and the other began. The chain reaction carried me all the way down, leaving me a flopping, sweaty mess on our sheets. “Oh, wow. People really undersold this whole orgasm thing.”
“They didn’t.” Alisdair lazily licked me off his fingers. “They’ve just never been with me.”
Cracking a smile, I put my feet on his shoulders, and kicked. Moving fast, I flipped over and scrambled away as fast as my jellied limbs would carry me.
“Argh! Damn you, woman! I will shackle those blasted feet to the bed!”
A shadow fell over me. The only warning given before Alisdair tackled me.
We flailed and rolled—swiping, shoving, straddling, and shoving each other again. I finally got him under me and sat on his face.
“All this time, I’ve been helpless to you. You will know what it is to be at my mercy!” Was that a lover’s promise or a threat? I’d say it was both and neither.
Alisdair grasped my thighs and lifted me off him—easier than lifting a pillow. “Not before you.”
He tossed me head over heels.
I flopped flat on my front with no chance of getting up. Alisdair jumped on me, lifted my hips, and thrust in to the hilt.
The sharp stab of pain rocked me, clenching the moan between my teeth.
“You wanted the beast,” he growled. “Rejoice. You married him.”
A long, filthy string of vile curses assaulted his ear while he pumped—pounding my aching hole senseless.
Alisdair stretched me to bursting, then stretched me some more. Sweat slicked our bodies, sounding a slap-slap-slap chorus that timed perfectly with my curses and cries.
“Fuck you, Alisdair! I hate you. I’ll always hate you— Uh, yes, right there,” I breathed. “Harder, you beast, obey your queen.”
He laughed—an insane, terrifying sound. “As you command, my queen.”
I knew my mistake immediately, but there was no taking it back.
Alisdair brought us both up to our knees, and impaled me on his cock.
I lost all capability of speech as he bounced me off his thighs, fucking me so hard, my head would’ve rattled off my shoulders and rolled away if it wasn’t attached.
“Ahh,” I screamed, walls tightening on him. “AHH!”
A variety of sounds, cries, and moans poured from my mouth while he rode me like an animal— pumping between my legs, bouncing me on the sheets, and filling my body with pleasure it had never known. I was trapped under his thrall. His little bird would not escape him.
“Oh, Alisdair, I can’t—” The heat was blazing out of control. Sweat slicked our bodies. My fevered pants hazed the air. “Please, I can’t— I can’t—” I twisted around, my gaze pinning him through. “I can’t believe this is how fast you can go.”
Oh, yes. Insane and terrible. That was the right way to describe that laugh.
Alisdair angled me up, struck that spot that rolled my eyes up in my head, and drilled it with impossible speed.
“Yes, ahh!” The first wave crashed and dragged me under. Pleasure so intense and searing exploded every nerve ending in my body over, over, and over again. And then again.
I blacked out.
At some point my lids fluttered open to find Alisdair draped over me, winding my fiery strands around his finger. He didn’t even seem winded.
“It’s about time,” he remarked, smooth and calm. “You’ll have to be awake for this part, since you’ll be upside down.”
My voice was a thin croak. “Wait, what—?”
The room spun again.
Chapter Nine
The next morning, Alisdair declared we were going out to hold court among the people since they couldn’t come to us. He also claimed it was a great opportunity to let every skeptical and secretly resentful villager see the others paying tribute to me, and know that any more attacks against me would summon the wrath of all of Lumenfell.