Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“Say my name.”
She hesitated, but only for a moment. “Zahn. I want you, Zahn. Please. Don’t torture me.”
He should have done just that, remembering how she seemed to have no compunction for running out on their betrothal, but he couldn’t do it. He needed her too much. Walking away from her would have punished himself just as much as it would her.
Zahn moved to her other breast and captured her other nipple, sucking and tugging on the turgid tip. She was delicious.
London wiggled and groaned, clanging her chains together.
He grasped the loin cloth covering her pussy and tore it away, exposing her treasure to his gaze. Zahn knelt on his haunches, bringing himself eye level with her cunt and parting her slick folds. “You’re already wet for me. You smell wonderful.”
He touched her slit with the tip of his tongue.
London trembled, pushing her pussy closer to his face.
Zahn enjoyed the way she responded to him. Her sadness seemed to have disappeared. He knew it had been a ploy! So why did he still feel that guilt in the back of his mind?
Hastily he pushed it away, slipping a finger inside her slick channel. “You’re so tight around my finger. Imagine how much more so you’ll be around my cock. Ride my hand, Princess,” he commanded softly.
She obeyed, grinding her pussy over his thrusting finger.
Zahn took her clit in his mouth and sucked with voracious pulls. The swollen jewel seemed to throb between his lips.
“Zahn,” she whispered.
The sound of his name on her lips was pleasing to his ears. He added another finger into her hole, stretching and readying it for his cock. Yes, he’d have some pussy tonight.
“Zahn, I’m going to come.”
He wanted her first orgasm with him to be from his cock filling her. He pulled his fingers out of her channel and released her clit before standing up again.
He walked across the room to retrieve the key to her cuffs.
“No! Don’t leave me again! I can’t take any more,” she yelled, rattling her chains as if trying to break free. They both knew that action was futile, but it was gratifying to know how worked up she was. Even when she begged she was defiant.
Once he had the key in hand, he took his time making his way back to her.
“Princess, even if I wanted to leave you there as you deserve, I cannot. I also have needs that must be seen to and you’re the only woman who can assuage them.”
Chapter
Seven
Paris almost wept with relief when he unlocked the chains holding her captive.
She nearly collapsed when she was freed, but Zahn caught her, hauling her against his hard body. His mouth covered hers in a blatant show of possession, his tongue thrusting forward.
Her desire for him was so strong she met his tongue with her own. Since he’d captured her, Paris had grown addicted to the taste of him. She could no longer fight what she’d been feeling for him.
With each time he’d brought her body to the brink of incredible pleasure only to withdraw, she’d died a little more inside. She didn’t want to experience that gnawing feeling of unfulfilled lust. When he’d chained her to the wall in yet another revealing outfit, Paris figured she’d get more of the same treatment. So once she was alone, she gave in to the tears.
He’d broken her to the point where she’d become obsessed with his touch, craving it. When she slept at night, Paris would have the most deliciously erotic dreams of Zahn taking her to the heights of fiery passion—to completion.
The press of his taut body against her breasts sent shockwaves of delight shooting up her spine.
He dug his fingers through her hair, gripping it tight and deepening the kiss. He took over, dominating and claiming her. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Her pussy pulsed.
His take charge attitude was an aphrodisiac she couldn’t resist. Maybe this was what she’d been waiting for all her life. A man who knew what to do and wasn’t afraid to take what or who he wanted.
Zahn’s kiss took her breath away, but she didn’t dare turn her head, not wanting to break the tight seal of his mouth over hers.
When he finally did lift his head to look down at her, his breathing was ragged, his eyes blazed with desire. “Ah, Princess, you’re so beautiful. I had reservations about our joining when your father decreed it, but from that first kiss… you denied it, but I think you felt the magic too.”
Shame coursed through her when she was reminded of who he believed she was.
The man belonged to London. Could she go on with this knowing what he thought?
Paris’s sense of fair play wouldn’t allow her to continue this without at least trying to convey the truth. “Zahn, there’s something you need to know about me.”