Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
"Say it one last time," he commanded, his voice deep and seductive. "Tell me who you belong to."
"Alex!" I screamed his name, the powerful release taking hold.
The climax was intense and overwhelming, yet it was also precisely what I needed. A part of me knew that I was surrendering to him completely at this moment, and the other wasn’t strong enough right then to stop it.
As I slowly calmed down, Alex gently kissed my thighs, his lips tender as he brushed them against my skin. "That's my good girl," he praised, kissing a path back up my body until our lips met. It was as if the world disappeared around us. All that mattered was the connection between us, the way his lips tasted like sin and sweetness all at once—like us.
He ran his fingers through my hair, tangling them in the strands as he deepened the kiss. His other hand skimmed back down my body, returning to between my legs. He began to gently stroke me, his gaze never leaving mine. He gently pulled away; his face hovering inches in front of mine. "Feel that? How wet your pussy is?" His voice was low, coaxing. “We both know what you need, what you're meant to give me."
His words worked through me, leaving me trembling beneath him. He knew exactly what he was doing, keeping me on edge, building the intensity with every stroke.
“When I fill you,” he murmured, “you’ll know. You’ll feel it. You’ll understand why this was always meant to be." He moved his hand away from my pussy to remove his drawers revealing himself to me fully.
His cock jutted away from his body. I nearly moaned at the sight, my body yearning for him in ways I had never experienced before. I watched, breathless, as he positioned himself between my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine. He didn’t enter me yet, leaning down to kiss me again.
"This is what you were made for," he said lowly, his breath hot against my skin. He pushed inside me, slowly at first, and I gasped, my body instinctively responding to him. I opened my legs wider to accommodate his size, my hands going to his back.
"Tell me," he demanded, his lips brushing mine as he began to thrust, filling me completely. "Tell me you’re ready."
I couldn’t speak, the sensation of him so overwhelming pleasure making it hard to form words. He thrust deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, coaxing a response from me.
"Say it, Lolita," he demanded, his voice a low growl as he began to move faster, his hands gripping my hips. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you need it."
"I… I want it," I moaned, my head falling back against the pillow as he drove into me harder. "I need it."
His eyes blazed with triumph as he looked down at me as he continued his rhythm. "That's it," he growled, "Accept your purpose, let me give you what you need."
“Yes,” I dug my nails into his back.
The bed rocked beneath us, his movements becoming more urgent, more intense. "You’ll carry my child," he breathed, "You’ll give the Isle what it needs."
I moaned, my body responding to his every command, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
I felt the tension coil tightly in my core, knowing I was close. "Alexander," I gasped, clutching at the sheets, my body trembling as he continued to pound into me.
His hand moved to my stomach, pressing down lightly. "This is where my seed will grow," he said, his eyes brimming with possession as he watched my face contort in pleasure. "You will carry my heir here." He pressed harder, forcing me to feel him inside me in a way that left no doubt as to what we were doing.
I cried out, my body responding to his every touch, every movement. His eyes never left mine as he increased his pace, his hips slamming against me harder and faster. The sounds of pleasure emanating from him were intoxicating, and I found myself throwing caution to the wind as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer.
My nails dug into his back, pleading with him to take me further, deeper.
"Alexander," I moaned, my voice barely a whisper as I felt my body tightening.
“That’s it, deliciae, you’re taking it so well,” he groaned. He surged forward, his eyes burning into mine as he thrust deeper than before, filling me completely. "I’ll give you what you need, sweetheart." His voice was a low rumble as if words were vibrating through our very bodies. The intensity of his gaze was captivating, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. My heart raced in my chest as he continued to move within me, taking me higher and higher.
He suddenly pulled out, eliciting a noise of protest from my mouth. He grinned wickedly and took hold of my legs, bending them back until my knees nearly touched my shoulders.