Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
When his lips moved to touch her cheek, the tears started to fall, and as the wetness reached down his neck, he knew that she already knew.
But even so, he answered her because she deserved to hear the words.
“You didn’t have to ask the second time, parthena mou.” He started to pull away, and this time her arms loosened enough for him to lift his head and their gazes to meet.
“I’ll take what’s mine—-”
A ragged sound escaped her.
“And I’ll make it impossible for you to forget a single second of it.”
Ooooooooh.
When he started to move away, her arms fell back, and she watched him obsessively, her gaze clinging to his every movement. The prince stripped himself with methodical and graceful efficiency, and the more skin he exposed, the harder it was for her to breathe.
By the time he stood completely naked in front of her, she was dizzy with the lack of oxygen, and her body was trembling so hard with aching need.
So gloriously beautiful, she thought achingly.
Every inch of his dark, sculpted body—-
Every inch was perfect—-
The prince joined her in bed, his powerful form pressing down on hers, and she couldn’t help whimpering as she realized that every perfect inch of his body was now hers to touch—-
“P-prince.”
His heat enveloped her, making her feel like she was burning from every direction.
Inside.
Outside.
Everywhere.
The prince’s green eyes glittered down at hers, telling her without words that he intended to consume her—-
A moan escaped her, Fawn’s body arching against his instinctively at the earthy promise in his eyes.
Oh God.
And then there was completely no way for her to think.
The prince was sucking hungrily on her neck while he palmed her breasts, and she moaned again. Soon, his mouth moved down to her breasts, nuzzling the valley between them, before latching on to one painfully erect nipple.
He began to suck, and she found herself gripping his dark hair. He sucked harder, and she gasped, instinctively arching up once more, driving her nipple deeper into his mouth—-
Eat me more.
Eat me harder.
Eat me.
The words pounded in her brain endlessly as the prince moved to her other nipple, sucking with such ferocious power that it began to hurt oh so beautifully.
His fingers began to explore the lower part of her body, and even as she shuddered against him, she forced her legs to open wide—-
His fingers brushed against the curls covering her folds, and she gasped.
The prince bit her nipple hard, and she gasped again, her head falling back against the pillows. Her head began to toss and turn as his fingers moved to stroke her folds, slowly, gently, and oh, the painfully slow torture just made her so much wetter and hotter—-
She squeezed her eyes shut. Who knew, oh holy sweet Jesus, but who knew that such gentleness could be so tortuously unbearable?
When she could no longer take the way he just kept stroking without fucking her with his fingers—-
Without giving it to her hard—-
She choked out, “Please.”
And in the next second, his mouth had left her breast. Another second, and the prince had moved down, eating her pussy, and she screamed.
His tongue thrust in and out of her just like a cock, and she gripped the bed sheets tightly, feeling her mind spinning out of control.
“P-prince—-” She could feel her pleasure building, simmering, readying itself.
The prince’s mouth moved up.
Oh God, oh God—-
His mouth closed on her clit, sucking hard, and it was like her dream and nightmare coming true in one blinding moment.
“Priiiiiiiiince!” She came screaming, her body arching against his mouth, and for one moment she almost feared she’d end up throwing him off. But the prince was too strong, his hands locking instead around her thighs, keeping her in place while his mouth didn’t stop tormenting her clit as she came and came.
She moaned in protest when he stopped kissing her between her legs, but then she felt him positioning himself above her, and a strangled gasp escaped her as she realized what this meant.
Their eyes collided.
“May I keep my promise, Fawn?” the prince rasped out.
Oooooooh.
That he would even ask—-
Shakily reaching up for him, her hands curved over his chest until her fingers met behind his neck.
“Please,” she whispered.
She had barely finished speaking when his hard, thick, throbbing cock drove inside her, tearing through her hymen with a single, swift, firm stroke.
It still hurt, enough to make her eyes fly wide open and her lips part in a shocked whimper.
But it also didn’t hurt as much as she expected, the pain subsiding almost right after, and leaving her to tremble in dazed awe.
The prince had taken her virginity.
Her fingers dug into his back at the thought, and the prince’s jaw clenched.
“May I move now?” Again, his sweetness took her by surprise, and when she could only nod shyly at him, a wicked smile slashed against the prince’s lips as he teased, “You can’t possibly feel shy now...”