Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 17648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
He paused, his gaze locked on mine, silently asking me for my consent.
I nodded, breathless, desperate. With a low growl, he pushed forward, filling me completely in one slow, searing thrust that made me scream his name and tighten my hold on his horns. His whole body shuddered in response.
I said his name repeatedly, chanting it like a prayer as he filled me completely, stretching me in ways that were painful but deliciously erotic.
I’d never been with anyone sexually, and I knew the wetness I felt wasn’t just from my arousal but also from him tearing through my innocence. My virgin blood.
As if reading my thoughts, he pulled out, but only long enough to shift his body so he could drag his tongue over my tender hole, licking away my innocent blood and groaning with desire.
And then he was right back inside me, pushing through my unused body, claiming me as his. My body adjusted to him slowly, and when he moved with more intensity, as if trying to race to a finish line, I cried out, my back arching off the ground.
Something in me exploded, lights and suns coexisting as one while the pleasure coursed through my body and stole my voice and the air from my lungs.
Blaylock’s thrusts were deep, deliberate, each one hitting a spot inside me with a rhythm that made me see stars and dragged my orgasm out even more. I used my hold on his horns as leverage as I met his thrusts with my own. He groaned, his hips slamming against mine.
He was about to find his release.
His stone-hard cock thickened inside me, and I felt a tickling at his tip. I knew it was his second appendage extending, moving deeper in my body before he came.
The scorching heat of his cum filled my womb. It was wet and thick, and I felt it slip out from where we were connected.
“Katrina,” he growled, his voice raw with need. “I’ll never let you go.”
“More,” I gasped, my body craving him, needing him and needing another release.
Not thinking twice, Blaylock began pumping again. His thrusts were fast and hard as his hands gripped my hips with bruising force. The night garden seemed to come alive around us, the flowers blooming brighter, the crystal veins pulsing with a light that matched the rhythm of our bodies.
Blaylock’s fingers found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles, his claws lightly scraping my pussy lips, and I gave him what I needed again.
I shattered, another climax crashing over me like a tidal wave.
And the entire time, Blaylock kept coming, continuing to spill into me in hot, endless waves, his cock still hard as stone inside me. After long minutes, he collapsed on top of me, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his hands resting on either side of my head, caging me in.
“Blaylock,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
“Yes, little one?” He dragged the tip of his nose along the side of my neck.
“Never let me go.”
He pulled back, gently gripping my chin, and with the most serious voice and expression I’d seen him give me yet, he said fiercely, “Never.”
9
KATRINA
Iwas sated and relaxed, but the way Blaylock grinned told me he wasn’t done yet.
And I anticipated what he had planned.
His cock, still hard as stone, dripped from his orgasm, and I felt this aching, empty feeling. I was desperate for more, too.
“I’m not nearly done with you yet. My cock is hard and aching, and I need to fill you again until all I can smell is my seed on you.” His deep, rumbling voice cut through the hazy air. I inhaled deeply. The scent of exotic flowers and the glow of crystal veins pulsing beneath us seemed to have my body heightening all over again, as if he hadn’t just sent me over the edge.
“On your hands and knees, Katrina.” His command was low, primal, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
I didn’t hesitate. My body obeyed him before my mind could even process the words. I shifted so I was on my hands and knees on the mossy patch, my palms pressing into the cool, soft ground. The position had my ass popped out, and my pussy was no doubt on display.
I felt exposed, vulnerable, but I could feel the heat of his gaze raking over me like a physical touch.
His hands slid up my thighs, rough and possessive, his claws sharp but not breaking skin. I shuddered at the sensation. Blaylock kneaded the flesh of my ass, his fingers digging in just enough to make me moan and remind me I’d have bruises in the morning. He was being gentle, but even a monster couldn’t fully control his power and strength.
His warm breath traced along my ass a second before I felt him drag his tongue between my cheeks, licking my back hole. I shuddered, never imagining it could feel so… freeing and incredible.