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)
His lips found mine then, and his tongue slipped past my lips, tasting me urgently. The familiar bitterness of sin filled my mouth, twisting the taste of him into something darker still. His hands held me tight, like a vice, never letting me escape the grip of his power. As the ritual continued to swirl around us and the drums beat in time with his rhythm, I found myself lost in it all.
One part of me screamed for him to stop, to let go of me—the other part craved more of his touch. The darkness inside me unfurled its tendrils, eagerly seeking more.
I spread my legs without conscious though, seeking more.
“Harder,” I whispered against his mouth, surprised even by the sound of my own voice. He responded with a growl that sent shivers down my spine, deepening his thrusts, and clutching me even tighter. The pain and pleasure melted into one incredible sensation, consuming me.
The sounds of the ritual grew louder, drowning out everything but the rhythmic pounding of my heart. His lips trailed kisses down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My thoughts became a haze of desire and dread, both feeding off each other in an intoxicating spiral. His hips moved with renewed vigor, each thrust more deliberate, more demanding.
I felt my limits slipping away, the hedonistic allure of his touch pulled me under, drowning out reason and logic. All that remained was the unquenchable thirst for more. His lips found mine again in a frenzied kiss, tasting the sweetness of my surrender. The scent of blood and sin filled the air. All I could do was hold onto the tree, moaning and crying out.
I was lost.
His eyes never left mine, watching as I succumbed to his control. My body arched against his, the tree bark digging into my skin, leaving dark marks that mirrored the ones on my soul. He adjusted how he was thrusting, and a cry escaped me, a blend of agony and ecstasy that echoed through the woods, joining the cacophony of sounds that surrounded us.
“Alex,” I whimpered. His name was a plea for mercy, but also a confession of my all-encompassing devotion to him.
He responded by deepening the rhythm, his hips slamming into me with an intensity that bordered on cruelty. The pain was indescribable, yet it only heightened the pleasure coursing through me like wildfire. As our bodies moved in unison, I felt my own climax building, a wave of pure ecstasy that threatened to swallow me whole.
I clawed at the tree bark, leaving deep grooves in my wake as I cried out his name once more, "Alexander!" It was a cry of both agony and rapture, a testament to the power he held over me as I came hard, my body shaking uncontrollably beneath him.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his breathing a touch ragged as he pulled me closer. His lips found my neck, teeth gently sinking into the delicate skin, drawing blood, and sending electricity coursing through my veins. A cry escaped me, a fusion of pain and pleasure that echoed through the trees.
As he neared his climax, he pulled back slightly, letting the tip of his dick brush against my pussy teasingly before thrusting back inside me. My vision blurred with pleasure, the world around us fading into obscurity. I could only focus on the one man who held all of my desires and all of my fears in his hands. He pulled me away from the tree. With one swift motion, he bent me over, his hands gripping my hips, and I felt the full force of our height difference as his body pressed against mine.
My gown was bunched up around my waist, barely a barrier between us, as he took me with abandon, his sheer size overwhelming me, making me feel small, completely at his mercy. Each movement felt more intense, the his every touch igniting something deeper, something darker. as his cock pounded into me. I wasn’t aware of those that had come closer, people finding their own pleasure as they watched us.
I could only focus on the one man who held all of my desires and all of my fears in his hands. He released me from the tree, finally bending me over completely. As he continued to fuck me, our captive audience grew, more people drawn to the scene unfolding before them.
"Alexander," I choked out, my body shuddering with pleasure.
He was all that mattered in this moment - his cock deep inside me, his hands gripping my hips. It was as if he could read my mind, knowing exactly what I needed without me even having to ask. I felt him come, his cock pulsing, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and I cried out again. He held me tightly, thrusting deeper. His grip on my hips tightened, pulling me closer to him as he thrust into me one last time. He pulled out of me slowly, our bodies sticking together like glue, the heat of his skin lingering on mine before we reluctantly separated.