Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
She whimpers when I bring her right into an orgasm. Her body trembles and shakes so much that I have to keep her standing with my free arm. When she finally comes down, I slide my hand from her bottoms and twist her to face me.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I growl.
She blinks rapidly at me. “Now, now?”
I point at the never-ending staircase. “I don’t have the energy for that shit right now. I’m going to fuck you on those rocks, Talia. It’s going to hurt.”
Her brows furrow and she looks away, a slight tremble wracking through her. “Will I bleed again?”
I sense a shift in her mood. True fear practically seeps from her pores. If I find out this Alex fucker hurt her taking her virginity, I’ll drag him to my cellar and make him bleed.
“You bled your first time?” I ask, gripping her chin and tilting her face to meet mine.
She blinks away tears and tries to avert her gaze. I keep her pinned so I can study her face. “Y-Yes. My, uh, my first time was painful and traumatic.”
I suppress a growl low in my throat. “That first time…did you want it?”
Her head shakes from side to side vehemently. “No, Kostas. I didn’t.”
Fury swells up inside of me. One day she’ll tell me who the motherfucker was who hurt her. “Listen,” I say harshly. “If you didn’t want it, it doesn’t fucking count. Understand? What we’re about to do fucking counts. That’s your first time. Are we clear?”
Relief floods her features. “But you said it would hurt.”
I smile wolfishly at her. “Because I’m going to fuck you on a beach of rocks. Your back is going to be pissed.”
“Oh,” she utters, a shy smile on her lips.
Grabbing her ass, I pick her up and carry her to a part on the shore where the rocks are smaller and finer. Gently, I lay her back as the ocean laps at our feet. With my eyes searing into hers, I peel away her bottoms, revealing her sweet cunt to me. Once they’re gone, I toss them farther up the beach. She unties her bikini top at her neck first and then undoes the one at her back. The moment it loosens, I rid her of that too. I stare at her perfect body, drinking in every tanned curve of her.
“Beautiful,” I praise, skimming my palm down her thigh. “Mine.”
A sweet smile tugs at her lips. “Your turn, husband.”
My dick does a jolt at her words. I untie the top of my trunks and shed them faster than a teenage boy about to get laid for the first time. When I fling them up the beach, she laughs, her tits jiggling in a delicious way.
“Come here, wife,” I growl, pouncing on her.
Her laughter fades to uneven breaths as I kiss her hard. My cock rubs against her clit. At first, she’s stiff, but the more I rub on her, the more eager for it she is. Her legs gingerly hook around my waist and soon she’s digging her heels in, silently begging for it.
“It’s not supposed to hurt,” I whisper on her supple lips. “It’s supposed to feel good.”
“I want to feel good,” she pleads.
“Are you wet enough?”
She nods rapidly.
“We’ll see,” I mutter with a wicked grin.
I grip my dick and tease her slick opening. She’s more than wet. Her body practically weeps with need. I rub the tip of my dick up and down along her slit from her clit damn near to her asshole. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
“Kostas!” she cries out, the need making her fussy.
“Yes, zoí mou?”
“I need you.”
Her breath sucks in sharply when I press slightly into her. Our eyes meet, and though hers are wild and frantic, they’re begging me to erase whatever fuckface who hurt her before. Fucking gladly. I thrust into her deep, loving the way her eyes bulge in shock. My lips meet hers and I kiss her deeply, keeping my hips still so she’ll adjust to my size.
I kiss along her cheek to her ear. When I nibble her lobe, her cunt clenches around me.
“Ahhh,” I croon against her ear and then nip at her throat. Her body tightens around me once more. “You like being bitten as much as I like to bite. What a match made in hell we are, woman.”
I slide my palm to her hip, gripping her tightly. Possessively. I’ll never let her go. Not now. Not after I’ve had her as mine.
One of her hands claws at the rocks as though she’s trying to get away, but we both know she loves being in my grip.
“Do you believe Pluto was hurting Proserpina now, my wife?”
“Kostas,” she whines.
“He couldn’t let her go,” I murmur, clutching her hip hard enough it’ll certainly bruise. “But he would never hurt her.”