Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
When I go limp beneath him and gasp for breath, he finally withdraws the knife from my pussy. His eyes lock on mine as he lifts it to his mouth and licks the handle clean.
My inner muscles clench in an aftershock of my orgasm, and I shudder at the erotic sight of my husband tasting me on his knife.
“Did you get a chance to see where we are when you darted in here?” he asks, voice deep and rough with his own pleasure. He tips his head to the right. “I’m going to fuck you over that altar.”
I can’t tear my eyes from his to look in the direction he’s indicating. I simply nod in eager agreement.
Yes.
His fingers tangle in my hair, and he uses it as a leash to guide me onto my hands and knees.
He doesn’t have to command me to crawl for him. With the knife still held loosely in his other hand, I’ll remain obedient.
I don’t want to fight him anymore. We’re past that now.
He’s my master, and I’m his beloved pet.
Even though I just came, my core clenches. I need him inside me, joining us in the most intimate way possible.
When I feel a cold stone slab beneath my hands, he tugs my hair.
“Wait.”
He releases me, but I don’t move an inch. I watch him with covetous eyes as he strips off his shirt and jeans, so that he’s gloriously naked in the moonlight.
His hand trails down the length of my spine.
“Such a beautiful sacrifice to your dark god.”
Pleasure shudders through me, and I arch into his touch.
He grasps my hips and gently directs me onto my back. The remains of the ancient altar are cool and damp beneath my bare skin, a delicious contrast to my desire-heated flesh.
His weight settles over me, and I part my thighs for him. His thick cock enters me in one brutal thrust, jarring my entire body to the edge of pain. I welcome its sweet sharpness. It makes this moment keen enough to cut, our twisted bond the most visceral thing I’ve ever experienced.
He drives into me in deep, demanding strokes, staking his claim over me. I loop my bound wrists over the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He nips at my lower lip where it pouts around the gag, heightening my pleasure with another little flare of pain.
My core tightens around him, and he grits his teeth in a feral snarl as he holds back his release.
He reaches between us and torments my nipples in the way I like best, dragging me to the edge with him.
“Abigail!” he roars out my name, and his hot seed pumps into me.
My own release claims me with vicious force, crashing through me in relentless waves. All I can do is moan and shake beneath him, clinging on as though he’s my anchor to reality.
As we both come down from our high, he frees the knotted cloth at the back of my head and tugs the gag free so that he can claim my lips in a branding kiss. I tip my head back and welcome him to ravage me.
I’ll gladly allow Dane to ruin me again and again.
For the rest of our lives.