Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I won’t hurt you. But we have to make this real. There’s a room in the back.”
He sweeps me up into his arms, the way grooms traditionally do when preparing to carry their new brides over the threshold of their new home. Instead of a new home, I am carried into a lavish, red velvet covered room with a bed in it. What kind of church is this, exactly?
I never imagined my wedding night would be a wedding morning, and that my dress would be blood-spattered pajamas. It all feels surreal. Everything except the strong, muscular arms wrapped around me. They’re very real, very hot, and very strong.
Cosmos lays me down tenderly on red velvet and looks down at me with lust-hooded eyes.
“Are you a virgin?”
Cosmos
She looks like a deer caught in headlights, poor thing. I take a handkerchief from a pocket and use it to dab some of the blood from her cheek.
“I can’t…”
“Why not? Do you have another partner?” Even saying the words makes me burn with jealousy. I already feel incredibly possessive of this angel blood girl. I sought her out. I saved her in the nick of time. She’s mine, and I want to feel the soft, hot parts of her. I want to claim her and make her know in her soul who she belongs to. The ceremony was for God. The sex is for us.
“No. I don’t have a partner.”
I take my place next to her, still dressed, but intimately close. So close I can feel her trembling against me. She’s scared. Is it residual terror from her attacker? Or am I just as terrifying?
“Do you want to be fucked by me, Elise? Have you wondered what it would be like to be with someone like me?”
“Someone like you?” She pretends to be confused, but I can see the light in her pretty eyes. She knows exactly what I mean. Someone rough, someone dangerous, a man who knows what he wants and takes it. Someone who calls fucking, fucking.
“This has been a very bad night for you so far,” I tell her. “But it could be the best night of your life.”
I drop my head, cup her chin, and kiss her. Her kiss is hesitant at first, but soon flowers into hot desire. I knew it. Her cool, almost frigid exterior is melting for me already. I taste the fire inside her as I stoke embers long left to smolder.
Elise
What am I doing? Why am I allowing this? A thousand thoughts race through my mind and are promptly scattered by the feeling of his hard body pressing against mine, his cock throbbing against my belly through our clothes.
I am a virgin.
I am a virgin because I judge men ruthlessly and find most of them to be utterly intolerable. I am turned off by stupidity and laziness and arrogance, and I cannot be bothered to cater to the fragile ego of someone who does not understand my life was and always will be fully complete without him.
Cosmos’ kiss eradicates all thought. He is a physical creature, an animal. I don’t know if he can truly be considered a man. He is too urgent, impulsive, and instinctive to be fully human, surely.
His large hands cup my ass and snug me close, drawing my sex harder against his cock through our clothes — his black tactical pants and my blood-spattered, not-at-all tactical bunnies. This is already more filthy and intimate than any encounter in my life.
He is making me feel like the most elegant bride, the most desired creature in all the universe. I never understood what people meant before when they talked about chemistry. I would get annoyed with them for misusing scientific terms for sociological relationships. I feel it now. I feel the crackle of desire sparking across synapses, and the charge of hormones and pheromones. I am experiencing a truly chemical reaction to him.
I’m going to let this happen.
That thought comes to me and I accept it as truth. Yes, I am going to be with this man. I don’t know him, and he has tricked me into marriage, but there is nothing fake about the way my clit is tingling and pulsing in answer to the grinding of his cock.
“You’re such a dirty little thing,” he purrs softly. He’s referring to my clothing, I think, but he is also making full use of the double entendre. His hands are on my shoulders as he begins to strip my messy clothes from me, leaving me naked. He is still clothed, and I feel the imbalance of power instantly. It is fucking hot.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, complimenting me. I find myself blushing not just because of my nudity, but because he is so entranced by me. I am sure he has slept with many beautiful women before. He has the looks and confidence to have ladies dropping at his feet. His fixation with me feels very odd. I am not accustomed to being desired in this openly carnal way. Yes, men ask me out from time to time, but I never agree. I have my work to satisfy me.