Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Breaking from the kiss, she glided down to his neck, nipping at his pulse. At some point during the kiss, Caspian had moved them inside, and she was so far gone on her own lust, she didn’t even see it happen.
Caspian pressed her up against the wall, grabbing her hands and keeping them held there. “There is only so much I can take, Sofia,” he said.
“I know.” She didn’t know what had come over her, but the way he looked at her, she liked that. There was desire, passion, and need. Sofia had never experienced any of those.
“Please, Caspian. I need you,” she said.
He pulled her against him, and she didn’t know how they managed to get to the bedroom, but he had her flat against the mattress.
Their combined scents filled the air, and Caspian spread her legs, rubbing his face against her pussy. Licking at her core, stroking her clit, then sliding down to circle her entrance. He didn’t penetrate, but she wanted him to.
The wolf within her wanted to mate with him so badly. Caspian made her groan as he eased back and then took her clit into his mouth, using his teeth.
There was pain and pleasure, and she didn’t want it to stop. Not for a single moment. She cried out his name, hungry, desperate, and needing him so damn much.
It was impossible to stop the need curling within her from grabbing at her, threatening to make her strike. When she captured his head, pulling him away and kissing him hard, there was no stopping the need that built. It was a fever pitch. A fire burning bright.
“Please, fuck me,” she said. She had long stopped begging anyone for anything, and to start now was a mystery, but she had to have him.
“I will, Sofia, but first, I need you to come for me.” His fingers had replaced his tongue, and he stroked her pussy.
“Look at what I’m doing to you. See what I can do.” He stroked her clit, and Sofia looked down, seeing his strong, thick hand on her.
Two of his fingers rubbed against her clit, and Sofia arched up.
His mouth latched on to one of her nipples, sucking the bud into his mouth. Screams spilled from her lips, and she felt that spiral slowly starting to build.
Caspian was in no rush as he guided her body toward the orgasm, and this time, as she let go to the release, she didn’t want it to stop.
Before she had even finished climaxing, Caspian moved between her legs, and he rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit, prolonging her release. She cried out for more, and as he dipped down, Sofia knew it was going to hurt.
He slammed in balls deep, tearing through the thin wall of her virginity and taking her completely by surprise as the pain seemed to be minimal. Her hands were clenched into fists, but she didn’t attempt to strike him. The pulse of his cock was instant.
Opening her eyes, once she realized she’d closed them, she stared into his black and brown speckled eyes.
“You’re mine, Sofia. Always. I’m never going to let you go.” He didn’t move.
“It … hurt.”
“I know.” He stayed perfectly still.
Their heavy breathing seemed to fill the room.
She couldn’t believe she was having sex, or at least, that she was no longer a virgin. She didn’t know if being completely still could actually equate to sex. Taking a deep breath, she waited, and the pain began to lessen.
“You’re so fucking tight, Sofia.” He groaned. “You feel so good.”
“I do?”
“Yeah, you do.” He pressed his lips against hers and moaned. She couldn’t help but want to wriggle on his length as the pain decreased. “And you’re all mine. All mine.”
She had never belonged to someone before, not like this. The pack had used her as a punching bag.
Rather than stay still, she began to rock her hips up against him, needing to feel him deep inside her.
Caspian grabbed her hands, pressing them flat to the bed with a groan.
“Sofia?” He almost snapped her name.
“I want you, Caspian. I need you. Please. Please. I want this to feel good.” She would beg him if she had to.
He stared into her eyes, and she couldn’t look away. It was like seeing the depths of his soul as he filled her.
Slowly, he began to rock inside her. It was only small thrusts, but they drove her crazy as she wanted to feel him going so deep, flooding her.
She moaned his name, but Caspian set the pace, keeping in constant control, filling her up, working her, and making her so hungry and desperate for all that he could give her. Was that what it truly meant to be taken by a mate? To be owned? To be loved? She had no idea, but she didn’t want it to stop.