Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
She writhes, too, squirming as if she's in agony.
I tumble her over backward, roaring in fury as I follow her over, still buried to the hilt inside her. I pin her beneath me with my hand around her throat, worry and anger crashing like cymbals in my chest.
"I should spank your perfect fucking ass for doing that," I growl, mad as hell.
She smiles up at me, the devil in her eyes. "Why? We both know you loved it."
My cock throbs, and I roar again, pissed because she's right. Pissed because she hurt herself to please me.
She leans up, pressing her lips to my ear. "I loved it too, Troy," she breathes. "You feel so good inside me."
Jesus Christ. She isn't in agony. She's in heaven in, too.
That realization sets off a bomb against my self-control, annihilating it.
I roar like a wild fucking animal and begin to move, fucking her like a man possessed. I can't stop. I pound into her, driving deep, only to pull back and do it again.
She sobs in rapture, clawing my back, biting me. She's a little hellcat beneath me, giving as good as she gets.
"Look at you," I growl, tightening my hand around her throat to subdue her. "Fucking look at you taking my cock like a good little girl, Thalia."
"More," she begs, leaving claw marks down my arms. "More."
I gently squeeze the sides of her throat, not cutting off her air supply but the blood flow. I lean down, sucking her nipple into my mouth as she sobs in ecstasy.
"Is this what you wanted, angel? You want to know exactly how fucking good I can make you feel?"
She bobs her head, looking for all the world like she's in heaven.
"Good." I drag her nipple through my teeth. "Because when you're coming all over my cock, I'm going to be planting my fucking kid in you, Thalia. I hope you're ready, angel. Because I took your cherry. Now, I'm taking your womb."
"Oh, God," she mouths, her pussy clenching around me as I drive into her again.
I release my grip on her throat, watching as the rush hits her.
She arches off the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head.
She screams the fucking roof down as she comes, soaking my cock. I slam myself inside her, losing the rhythm, losing reality…losing my damn mind.
"Thalia," I roar, the hot clench of her body sending me careening over the edge. I bury my face in her throat, breathing hard as my cock twitches, my balls emptying into her again and again.
It's agony. It's bliss. It's us.
When I can move again, I reluctantly drag myself from her body, groaning when I lose her heat. I'd rather stay right there, buried inside her all fucking night. But she's wrecked beneath me, a mess of sweat and cum, streaks of her virgin blood dotting her thighs.
"I'll be right back, angel," I murmur, running the back of my hand down her cheek.
She mumbles incoherently, making me smile. I drag myself to my feet, groaning as every muscle in my body protests, and stride down to the bathroom.
"Jesus." I stare in shock at my reflection in the mirror. Angry red scratches crisscross my shoulders and arms, some deep enough to have drawn blood. There are bite marks on my throat and chest.
She didn't just give as good as she got. She marked me like a fucking warrior.
My cock twitches at the sight, rapidly stiffening.
I ignore it, grabbing a washcloth from the stack under the sink and running it under the water. Once it's warm enough, I stride back to the bedroom to clean her up. I don't bother cleaning me up. I fully intend to wear her like a badge of honor.
My cock twitches again when I see she hasn't moved an inch. She's still sprawled across the bed, her thighs parted, her perfect pussy peeping from between them.
I settle beside her, running my hand down her thigh.
"Mm," she moans, those sapphire eyes fluttering open.
"I'm going to clean you up, sweet Thalia," I murmur, carefully washing away the traces of blood on her thighs before I clean between her legs.
She watches me the whole time, shivering.
I toss the rag toward the door, crawling back onto the bed with her to pull her into my arms. She burrows into me with the happiest little sigh.
"Are you sore, angel?"
"No," she lies.
I chuckle, knowing she's full of shit. I took her hard—harder than I should have.
"There's a hot spring nearby. We'll go in the morning so you can soak."
She's quiet for a minute. "Does it have fish?"
"No." I smile, brushing my lips across her shoulder. "There are no fish in it."
"Okay," she whispers, seeming relieved. "I guess I'll go."
I don't tell her that not going wasn't an option. She's absolutely going. I don't want her in pain. The thought alone is intolerable.