Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
His release filled me to the brim, coating my inside, claiming me in ways no man had ever claimed me.
Adrian Salvatore consumed me and I was a willing victim.
My body quivered with the aftermath, pleasure still rippling through me.
He pulled out slowly and I felt a gush as his seed spilled out of me. I was suddenly so cold and empty. He stared between our bodies, where we had just been joined together.
His eyes, there was a look in them I had never seen before.
I lifted my head up to look at where his attention was and I finally understood the look in his eyes.
My pussy was red, glistening and swollen. I was sullied by my own release and his seed, mixed with…blood.
My blood.
Even his cock was smeared with it.
Confusion clouded my thoughts.
But I couldn’t really think.
Dizziness overwhelmed me.
Exhaustion slid over my used body, my muscles going limp.
I can’t think.
Adrian released my thighs and my legs fell limply back onto the mattress. He pressed a hand between my legs, his fingers collecting the remnants of us and then he pushed it back inside me.
My back arched at the invasion. I was too swollen, too sensitive…
It was so obscene as he thrust his fingers in and out.
A trembling whine escaped my lips, a soft protest, a breathless moan.
“I want you to keep me inside you.”,” he whispered.
My eyes fluttered close. I was so… sleepy.
My heartbeat slowed. My thoughts scattered.
“Such a good girl.”
A darkness dragged me into unconsciousness.
***
I woke to the warmth of sunlight streaming across my face, my body a constellation of aches, my muscles protesting with the slight movement.
Soreness radiated from between my thighs, a constant reminder of what had transpired between us last night. Memories flooded my consciousness—Adrian’s hands on my body, his mouth claiming mine, the brutal way he had taken me, and the way I had surrendered completely.
My skin flushed hot with shame and something else I refused to name, a traitorous warmth pooling in my core despite the ache.
“Good morning.”
I gasped, my eyes flying open to find Adrian lying beside me, on his side, his elbow propped, head resting in his hand as he stared at me with that infuriating grin on his face.
He looked far too pleased with himself, far too comfortable in my bed.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, the words came out hoarse, my throat raw from the screams he had torn from me last night.
“Were you expecting to wake up alone after last night?” His blue eyes gleamed with amusement. “I’m not a random lover, or a one-night stand, Princess. I’m your husband.”
I swallowed nervously and tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through my lower body. Every muscle protested, and I felt a dull throb between my legs.
Adrian tsked, his expression softening slightly. “You poor thing. I can help with that.”
“What?” I asked, suspicious of the sudden gentleness in his voice.
“I can help you feel better.” He was already moving, lowering his body over mine, his face moving toward my thighs.
“Adrian, no,” I tried to stop him, pushing at his shoulders but my attempts were weak.
Last night had been different…a moment of madness, of darkness consuming us both.
In the morning light, I couldn’t make any excuse for why my body kept betraying me, why I had responded to him with such abandon.
“Shh, let me take care of you.” He pressed a kiss to my swollen folds, his breath hot against my sensitive skin, and I gasped at the contact. “You look beautifully used, wife. So swollen, so red. I like it.”
His tongue traced a slow, deliberate path across my heated center, so different from the brutality of the night before.
This Adrian was tender, attentive as he worshiped my body with his mouth.
He licked and licked until I was writhing beneath him.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan as something slow built inside me, a subtle release that washed over me in gentle waves rather than the violent storm of the night before.
My body arched beneath him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I surrendered once more to his touch.
This was different…soothing, and I sank into the mattress, my body relaxing despite my mind’s protests.
Adrian lifted his head from between my thighs and regarded me, his blue eyes dark with satisfaction. His lips glistened with my wetness. He pressed a final kiss between my legs before crawling up, pinning my body under his.
His lips hovered over mine, our eyes met and then his lips claimed mine. A soft, tender kiss that made me gasp. His tongue dove inside my mouth.
“Taste it, taste yourself on my tongue, Serafina,” he growled into our kiss.
I did.
I could taste myself. The sweet tangy scent of my own pleasure made me moan.
This was dirty and obscene. Utterly filthy but a dangerous, sinful thrill sliced through me.