Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
The battering ram in my chest is at it again and I force my head to turn, to look him in the eyes and nearly tell him.
But his eyes are filled with shades of blue so bright, so filled with the frenzy of passion, that even if I could stop him at this moment, I wouldn’t. I won’t take this from him. He was meant to have me. And this is how he wanted me.
“I want to feel you,” he says, and his plea is a deep rumble of desire. He nudges the tip of his nose against mine. “No condom?” he asks.
No words come to me, so I simply nod my head and kiss him, eager to feel him too.
His large body is hot against mine and I shut my eyes as I’m inundated with emotion as he hovers over me, but without my eyes on him, he growls. It sounds like a growl. Deep and low in his chest, primal and threatening.
My eyes whip back to him and he crashes his lips to mine. With a gasp, I open for him and he uses that moment to spread my legs wider, nestling his hips between my legs and pushing himself inside of me just slightly.
I’m overwhelmed. Unable to come back from the high of my pleasure, from the high of knowing Sebastian wants me, and from the all-consuming kiss that he devours me with, I’m completely at his mercy.
I brace myself, ready for him to shove himself inside of me in one swift stroke. For him to tear through me and take me how I’ve always wanted him to, but as his heart slams against his chest and in tandem with mine, he pulls away from our kiss and nudges the tip of his nose against mine once again. My lashes flutter open and I stare into his gaze as he slowly pushes himself into me.
His lips are parted, and they widen just slightly as he lets out a deep breath and moves deeper inside of me.
I can’t help that my lips part as well, that they form an O as he stretches me and the sharp pain of it mixes with the sweet, lingering pleasure. As he rocks out of me and then back in, he mutters with his eyes closed, “You’re so tight,” and I don’t know what to say.
I should tell him, but I don’t. I don’t want to change anything.
“Take me,” I beg him in a whispered plea and reach up to grab his shoulders while wrapping my legs around his hips.
I wasn’t prepared for him to slam inside of me. For him to lower his lips to the crook of my neck as he fills me completely and stretches me beyond what I can handle. He groans a deep masculine sound of satisfaction as he tears through me, breathing me in and taking my virginity in a single movement. The pain makes me close my eyes tightly, it makes me tense and dig my heels into his ass. I feel hot and full, and it’s too much. It hurts. Fuck, it hurts. It’s more than I can handle.
But with my teeth clenched and no words spoken, Sebastian moves out of me slowly, giving me slight relief. It only lasts for a split second before he savagely slams back into me. My eyes close tight and I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming.
Again, and again, he thrusts, each time picking up his pace and each time the pain mixes with pleasure.
Each time I think it’s too much, but every time he pulls away, no matter how briefly, it feels like a loss. I want this, I want him. I want more.
The bliss that thrills every nerve ending is caught in a vise. I can’t control how my body begs for more, but it simultaneously wants to push him away.
It hurts.
It fucking hurts.
But it feels so good, it feels like everything I’ve ever wanted.
As he picks up his pace, my head thrashes, but Sebastian’s hands stay on my hips, pushing me down and keeping me right where he wants me. His lips roam my body, sending kisses down my neck and shoulder, over my collarbone and everywhere. It feels like he’s everywhere. And it’s almost too much—almost, but it’s not. I know it’s not because my body wants to focus on how viciously he’s fucking me.
My body focuses on the intense pain and equally intense pleasure.
Tears leak from the corner of my eyes, and I struggle to breathe, but somehow, I cry out his name. “Bastian.” It’s a single strangled breath. It’s not from the pain, not all of it anyway. It’s from everything. I’m losing myself to him and it’s everything. I wish I could stop the well of emotion pouring up from me, but with every thrust, every sound, every touch from him… I can’t stop it.