Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
He pauses with the tips of his fingers against my opening, teasing me there, but waiting.
“Please,” I whisper into the pillow, not daring to raise my voice. “Please, yes,” I beg him.
It’s a dark desire I should not want, but I do. My lips part at the sudden sensation of his rough hands. One holds my lower back down while the other teases more roughly before finally giving in to my desire.
He slides one finger into my core and works his other hand under me to play with my clit.
I hold on to the pillow and let myself move my hips as if no one will ever know of this. As if no one will ever see, though I know he is seeing everything. I don’t know what I am doing, but my hips move the way they previously did when I lost myself in pleasure, so I let them.
After a minute or two, he adds another finger. There’s a sting of pain as he stretches me but it makes the pleasure all that much more consuming. I moan into the pillow, feeling warm breath on my face. More. Please. I need more. He moves them slowly and gently until I’m stifling moans in the pillow.
He adds a third finger and at first, my body protests but the heat is divine. My walls clench around him. I can feel how slick his fingers are getting. My anticipation for what is to come next grows and grows until I can hardly stand it.
I want him to fuck me. To take me. I can be queen with a lover who hides in the shadows. The very idea is heady.
Then he pulls my hips up, balancing me on my knees and running his hands all over my back and even around to my breasts. He fondles them, teasing my hard nipples, and then there is a rustle of fabric and the press of his body on the backs of my legs. Every inch of my skin lights aflame. The sensation is far too much.
His tip touches my folds as he swirls himself through the wetness gathered there. Moans spill from my lips and I do my best to stay quiet. I strain my hips back toward him, delirious with building pleasure, and he puts one hand on my lower back to hold me in what must be the right position.
Then he enters me. Oh fuck. Heat blisters up my neck and to my cheeks.
He is slow but deliberate. My body slowly opens for him. I have to bury my face in the pillow to keep my strangled cry of pleasure silenced. Pleasure like I’ve never known rocks through me.
I gasp as quietly as I can as he fills me and stretches me for what feels like eternity. I can tell he is trying to contain the noises he wants to make. He keeps them in the back of his throat, whereas I keep mine in the pillow. It would be a disaster if that guard came back and saw what was happening.
My dark knight. Fucking me as if I’m his. As if he can take me. My back arches and more of him pushes in. Fuuuuuck. I need him to move.
I can barely breathe.
The risk of my unlocked door opening thrills me so deeply that another wave of pleasure shoots through my body. It’s so strong that all my pleasure peaks with it, and my body clenches around his thick cock inside me.
At the sounds of my pleasure, he rubs my clit and thrusts harder and harder. Fucking me deeper and deeper. Yet he keeps a steady pace that’s truly maddening. I grip the pillow like my life depends on it as he ravages me. Stealing my virginity in the dead of night.
I love it. And with that thought I come hard on his cock.
It’s more intense than any orgasm I’ve had before. I bite down on the pillow to keep myself quiet and feel him thrust in harder. There’s no resistance. I’m so wet that my body accepts him, and then it accepts the heat spilling out of him, and even accepts the way he grips me as he comes down.
My breathing is ragged and my mind reels. He lowers himself over me and kisses the nape of my neck. Then he pulls out. More cloth moves against me, and he rearranges my nightgown. He pulls the covers over me, straightening them as if I’d just climbed in.
The last thing he does is untie the blindfold and pull it away from my eyes.
I lay still and keep my eyes closed for several beats, too overwhelmed by what’s just happened to think of doing anything, although I do open my eyes to see him. But he’s gone. When my eyes adjust to the darkness, he’s nowhere to be found.