Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
With one shift, hard shove, I buried myself deep inside her cunt. The wet, hot heat of her pussy surrounding my bare cock was unlike anything I’d ever felt in my life. I actually saw stars on the edge of my vision.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I promised, my voice rough with a passion I had no hope of containing. “Always. My woman. The warrior.”
“I need this fucking dress off!” She tightened her legs around my hips but shoved me back, trying to reach behind her. Probably for the zipper. When she gave a frustrated screech, I wrapped my arms around her, found the tab and tried to slide it down her back. The Goddamned thing hung and I tugged a little bit too hard. The satisfying rip of the delicate fabric under my grip probably wasn’t pleasant to her as it was to me. She gasped, not in protest but in approval, her eyes darkening further as I exposed more of her skin to my hungry gaze. “Fuck,” she breathed as I ripped it further, exposing the black lace beneath. “Hated this fucking dress from the moment I put it on.”
“You’re mine,” I growled, needing to repeat myself until we both believed it to our very souls. I grazed my teeth over her neck, leaving marks she would feel long after this night ended, visual reminders of my claim on her. Not because I owned her, but because she had chosen to give herself to me. The thing that surprised me most was that, though I didn’t believe she was my possession, I knew deep in my soul she owned me.
“Yes,” she agreed, no hesitation in her voice. “And you’re mine. Every goddamn inch of you.”
I began to move then, thrusting my hips, fucking her hard. The need to plant my seed inside her was the most pressing desire I’d ever had in my life.
“Say it again,” I demanded, my breath hot against her ear. “Tell me who you belong to.”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, leaving half-moons of pressure through my shirt that I knew would mark my skin. “You,” she whispered, her voice breaking with need. “I belong to you, Rancor. Only you.”
I fucked her with powerful movements, claiming her with my body the way she’d claimed my soul the first Goddamned day I met her. She screamed, the sound raw and primal, her head falling back against the wall as my movements drove her up and down the flat surface. I prayed I wasn’t hurting her since I didn’t seem to possess the self-control to slow down.
Thankfully, when I looked into her lovely eyes, I saw only hunger, the same hunger I knew reflected back at her.
I set a punishing rhythm that had us both gasping. Each thrust drove us higher, the force of my movements pressing her harder against the wall. Her black dress hung in tatters around her waist. Cora reached between us and grasped the edges of my shirt, yanking hard. Buttons scattered around us but the only thing that mattered to me was getting her tits out of her bra so I could mash against her chest to chest.
“Look at me,” I commanded, slowing my pace just enough to make her whimper in protest. Her eyes snapped to mine, pupils blown wide with arousal. “I want to hold your gaze while you come on my cock. Just for me.”
She nodded frantically, her breath coming in short, sharp pants that matched the rhythm of my thrusts. I slid one hand between us, finding her clit with practiced ease. The first touch had her arching against me, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, my voice rough with exertion and need. “Fuckin’ come. I’ve got you.”
The tight clench of her body around mine told me she was close. I increased my pace, driving into her with relentless force, feeling my own release building at the base of my spine. The sight of her, head thrown back in abandon, skin flushed with pleasure, lips parted on my name, pushed me closer to the edge.
When she finally came, her entire body tensing around mine, I followed her into bliss, my release tearing through me with an intensity that left me gasping. We clung to each other, shuddering through the shared pleasure, the wall at her back the only thing keeping us upright as I leaned into her. I gasped for breath as I rested my forehead against hers. I remained inside her, unwilling to break our connection just yet.
She kissed me, a soft, lingering press of her lips against mine as a small joy-filled laugh escaped her. “Well,” she murmured, “that’s one way to celebrate telling my parents to fuck off.”
I chuckled, the sound rumbling from deep in my chest. “Just getting started, wife,” I promised, carefully withdrawing from her body and lowering her feet to the floor. Her legs trembled beneath her, and I felt a surge of masculine pride at having reduced this strong, defiant woman to such a state.