Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“You have to let me up at some point, you do realize, right?” I say when I feel him stir beside me. The entire bed creaks at his slightest motion.
“Fine,” he growls but doesn’t move.
“I’m serious. I have to pee.”
Still he doesn’t move, which pisses me off. “And I’m hungry. You knocked me up, and pregnant women need to eat!”
This at least arouses some movement in him. Thank god. I sigh out a breath of relief as he shifts down the bed, and thank god, begins to untie my ankles.
My impatience to be free is briefly surprised into quiet when he gently massages the skin of my ankle after he frees it from the rough rope.
Surprise turns into squirming when he bends down to press his lips to my skin. Oh god, not this again.
He kisses every inch of skin where the rope chafed, lifting my leg in the air to reach the back near my Achilles tendon. We don’t have time for this. I’m super hungry, and I really do have to p—
But annoyingly, as if his touch is tied to some magic sensual line connected to my belly, I have to fight not to make a noise at the sudden, searing arousal.
Now he’s moving onto my second ankle. Thank god. I just need to get out of this bed. I’ve gotta get some distance from him. So I can clear my head. Obviously.
Because I want to be stubborn. I want to remind him that I’m hungry as he starts to kiss a similar path around my second ankle. But as he begins to climb up my body, his wicked tongue continuing to lick and suckle when he gets to my knees and then my thighs… Slowly, ever so slowly creeping around to my inner thighs…
Goddamn him.
I feel my sex begin to flush and moisten for him. And perversely, it’s as if the fullness in my bladder only adds to the pressure and growing pleasure in my sex.
My ankles, now freed, seem to move of their own accord, driven by the need Abaddon is so good at sparking and then inflaming in me in ways I’ve never experienced before. My legs lift to wrap around the bulk of his lower back, beneath his wings.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, my voice a tremble.
Abaddon’s head lifts from where he’s breathing over my sex.
His eyes search mine in question, and my need pulses higher. It’s been so long since he’s been inside me—he’s just been incessantly driving me insane with his mouth and his wicked, wicked tongue.
And I realize in shock that for all his brutality, this is what he’s been waiting for since our rift—for me to invite him back in. For me to beg, even. So I bite my lower lip then say it again, more urgently this time.
“Fuck me, Abaddon. I want you to fuck me.”
His wings shoot out, flaring black night overhead to cover the morning light as he pounces up my body.
And I feel him there, ready and hard at my swollen, flushed sex.
His eyes gleam and glitter as a growl like a purr starts to come from the back of his throat. “I have been waiting for you.”
I nod, my throat too full for words, as he leans down to nip at my neck.
“You will want none but me because I will fuck you so well.” He breathes out in my ear.
I moan back in assent and finally manage some sort of words. “Yes, you fuck me so—”
He plunges in before I can finish.
My arms are still tied above my head so the only part of my body I’m able to cling to him with are my legs. I wrap them around his ass so tightly, my heels digging in as if I can pull him deeper into me.
“You are mine,” he growls. “I will protect you.”
He pulls out and then plunges in again, his huge cock splitting me open so that I feel him everywhere.
“I will worship you.”
Pull.
“I will keep you safe and fuck you forever.”
Thrust.
“Yes,” I scream, so lost in him as the pleasure spawning at my core makes me feel insane with wanting him.
He pulls out again, and I feel like crying at the loss of pressure.
“I need you, and you need me,” he growls, then thrusts in, grinding his groin against my swollen clit. My legs shake and spasm around him as I start to come.
“Yes!” I cry.
“Say it!” he demands as his thrusts increase in tempo. “Say you need me.”
“I need you,” I cry, tears of pleasure rolling down my cheeks as ecstasy crashes through me in waves. “I need you, and you need me.”
He fucks me with even more intensity. Around us, his wings vibrate as his chest glows blindingly bright, shaking the air and making my hair fly as my soul is torn to pieces as the blinding light of my orgasm shreds through me.