Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“My gods, you’re beautiful. Come for me.”
Her muscles squeeze my fingers, and I groan, imagining that vice grip on my cock. Later. This is for her.
“Come for me, now,” I growl, and like the good girl she is, she breaks apart around my fingers. I pin her down by her neck and sex, keeping her grounded when she’d fly off the bed. She seems to love the force of my control, writhing with a round of aftershocks. Her pussy milks my fingers. “Good girl,” I praise her. “My good girl. I love how you come for me and me alone.”
I wait until her eyes find me and pull my dripping fingers out of her. I suck her essence off my hand. Her taste is sweet and tart, addictive. My arousal kicks into overdrive, making me dizzy. Making my body throb with wanting.
I’m drunk on desire just from dominating her. “Thank me for letting you come,” I order.
She licks her lips before she obeys. “Thank you, sir.”
Sir. She called me sir. I don’t deserve the gift she’s giving me, but I’ll take it, selfish sinner that I am. I growl again, clamping my hand on the back of her neck and pulling her up for a kiss. I force my tongue into her mouth, making her taste herself, and she opens for me, allowing me access. It makes me wild.
I’m shaking with need and violent urges when I lay her out in front of me. I kiss down her body to lap up her orgasm. I want to drink her down. It’s not enough to make her come and submit to me. I want to consume her.
She cries out when I thrust my tongue into her cleft. Reaching down, she seizes my hair and tugs like she will rip it out from the root.
“No, it’s too much—”
“I’ll say when it’s too much.” I shackle her legs and hold them apart, wide enough to hurt. It makes her gush all the more.
Pain and submission. My perfect girl.
And she’s giving me all of her. Everything I wanted and chased for so long. She’s giving me something only she can give, and I feel like the king of the world.
I have to be careful; I have to go slow. Otherwise, neither of us will survive this night.
She allows my violence, even feeds off of it. I nip at her labia, then lash her poor clit until her knees lock around my head and she screams.
And then I can’t take it anymore. I rise over her and line up my cock at her dripping sex. Her body accepts mine, even though I punch my hips into hers, thrust after brutal thrust.
And she takes it. She takes my possession and brutality and transforms it into something beautiful. She takes all of me, and I didn’t know I was craving that until now.
And as we come together, sweat gilding our skin and sealing us together, we become one and it feels like love. I love her, and I know she loves me. If I have to wait forever until she admits it, I will.
All that matters is that she’s mine.
Inara
* * *
I wake up a new woman. I lie in the circle of Rex’s arms, marveling at the lightness I feel. Rex exorcised something from me. I feel sore and hollowed out but also loved. It’s like he lanced the wound, and now I can heal.
A thought intrudes—a tiny shadow in my happy glow. There’s one thing I didn’t tell him, one part of my visions I didn’t explain: the death I’ve been seeing in my dreams was mine.
But I don’t want to think about that right now.
I try to leave the bed and don’t get very far. Rex tightens his arm around me and drapes his heavy leg over both of mine, mumbling something like, “No, don’t go.”
“What time is it?” It feels like dawn, but it could be any time. Midday or still the middle of the night. The hotel has excellent blackout curtains.
“Doesn’t matter,” Rex murmurs into my hair. “I don’t have to go anywhere until tonight.”
“I have to use the bathroom,” I say primly and wriggle until he lets me go with a growl. In the bathroom, I take inventory of the redness Rex imprinted on my skin. There’s some lingering soreness, a bite mark or two, but not as many marks as I’d like.
I tell Rex this when I return to the bed, and he opens his arms. “Let me fix it.”
We snuggle together for I don’t know how long. At some point, it turns to slow, languorous kissing. I wait for Rex to twist my hair into a leash and force me to go down on him, but his kisses remain sweet. Almost chaste, except we’re both naked. His hands roam up and down, stroking my back and bottom lightly but never venturing further.