Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
He yanked off her moccasins.
She wrenched off his boots.
Every inch of her skin he exposed, he consumed. Gorging on her taste. Reeling at her touch. Intoxicated by her smell. Triumphing at the sounds he earned from her. Drunk at the sight of her.
Every sensation demanding he take more.
And he did.
A nuance of the haze shifted away when he found himself on his back, naked, with a naked Elena, her smooth skin radiant in the moonlight, tracking her lips swiftly down his stomach to his stiff cock.
He moved to stop her.
But before he could, the warm moist of her sweet mouth closed around him and he lost all reason.
His hips surged up, seeking more, and she moaned around his shaft, giving it. Sucking deeply. Bobbing greedily. She released him only to lave at his balls while stroking his cock with her hand, his fingers in her hair, encouraging her to give more so he could have it, possess it, have her, possess her.
Then she moved back to his cock, swallowing it down, humming around it with a reverence that bordered on worship.
He was close to climax, he could feel the pressure build, his balls drawing up, and only then did a small amount of reason return.
Cass knifed up, pulling her away to her noise of angry protest.
He flipped her to her back, repositioned, opening her legs, using his fingers to spread her, then he bent and fed from her.
Gods, she was nectar.
Her back arched, driving her pussy into his mouth, as her low moan rose, drifting through the trees.
He took and took, starved for her, savoring her, unable to get enough, driving her to a frenzy, pulling her legs over his shoulders, feeling his cock ache as she dug her heels into his back, rocking against his mouth.
Her noises were now desperate whimpers, unintelligible pleas.
Before he heard, “No. With you.”
Cassius kept at her, his mind consumed with the desire to taste her climax on his tongue as it sang in his ears.
She tugged at his head. “Cass, please. With you.”
He knew what she wanted and angled over her, putting his mouth to her ear, his fingers toying in the wet between her legs to keep her primed, as he whispered, “I need to prepare you. You must be ready to take me.”
“I’m ready,” she breathed, her hands moving on him, nails scraping, her teeth sinking into his neck.
Fuck.
He groaned at the bite before saying, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“Ellie—”
She was reaching for his cock.
He tried to slant it away.
Both her hands clamped on his cheeks, she pulled his face above hers and whispered, “Cass, sweetheart, please.”
The passion in her eyes, the longing in her face, he was no match to fight it.
He wrapped a hand around his cock, guided it to her, and slowly, carefully, watching her face closely, he slid inside.
There was no barrier. No tearing. No sound of pain.
The more of him she took, the more her lids drifted closed. Her back bowed, her arms lifted over her head, her chin tipped back, and she stretched beneath him, receiving his cock like an offering, glorying in the act.
He watched, mesmerized by the beauty of her, until her slick tight closed around him to the root.
Then, with an iron will he did not know he possessed, he held immobile in her snug embrace, giving her the opportunity to get used to him.
Her eyes opened, her arms came down, her nails dug into his arse, and she whispered, “You’re perfect.”
At these words, Cassius completely snapped.
He growled, took her mouth, and fucked his princess.
She gloried in that too, grazing him with her nails, milking him with her pussy, wrapping her legs around his thighs to lift her hips to receive more.
She moaned, and he grunted.
She whimpered, and within but strokes, her head flew back, her mouth disconnecting from his, and her cry of release rang through the forest, spurring him on to take her harder, faster, the sleek walls of her pulsing around him.
He held tight to what little control he had left as her climax carried on because he drove it on, thrusting into her, triumphant in watching the magnificence wash over her and not let go.
And he did this until he could take no more.
He then buried himself inside Elena, his head snapping back, the shout of his impeccable release cracking through the wood like thunder as he poured his seed inside his princess.
When it was done, he collapsed atop her, mindless—her smell, the wet fist of her cunt, the feel of her hair tangled in his beard all he knew.
All he wanted to know.
It was the soft touch of her fingertips drifting along the small of his back that brought him into the present.
He instantly shifted his weight to a forearm to take some of it from her, turning his head so his nose brushed her neck, trying to find the words to ask her forgiveness for his loss of control, the feverish passion he unleashed, the hard fucking he’d forced on her.