Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
He could rip me to shreds in seconds. He is stronger. Faster. We’re not equal in that way. But our differences don’t make me lesser. Sitting here, staring into the eyes of a killer—my killer—I know there is no one better matched for me than Xavier Malus.
Slowly, I bring my finger to his lips and then touch one of his fangs. He locks eyes with me and gently presses the tip of his fang into my finger, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to break through the skin. He lowers my hand and kisses me before standing up with me in his arms. He sets me down and spins me around. One hand lands on my shoulder and he pushes me down so I’m slightly bent over, gripping onto the railing surrounding the little pond. His splayed fingers slowly trace down my spine and then he steps forward, gathering my hair into his other hand.
His cock presses against me and I close my eyes, body humming with anticipation as he slides his hand forward along my side, moving slow on purpose to tease me. Unable to wait any longer, I push his hand inside my pants and gasp when his long fingers sweep over my clit. Moving with expertise, he keeps working his fingers until I come. I grip the railing, legs shaking as wetness spills from me, soaking his hand.
He grips my hair tighter and presses his cock harder against me. “Be a good girl and take off your pants,” he growls in my ear.
Not sure how I’m going to keep from falling on the ground as my body is still reacting to the intense orgasm, I fumble as I one-handed pull my sweatpants down. They slide down to my feet once I get them to my knees, and I grab the railing again, holding on for support as I step out of them.
I’m fully naked, standing here in the dark garden. And Xavier hasn’t lost a single article of clothing—yet. Sucking in a breath, I spin around and drop to my knees. Xavier lets out a grunt and widens his legs, keeping a hold of my hair. I undo his pants and pull them down, freeing his large dick. Licking my lips, I look up at him, eyes open, as I take him as far as I can into my mouth. Then I get to work, gagging as I suck his cock. I cup his balls with one hand and use my other to slide up and down his thick shaft.
Right before he comes, he stops me, bringing me to my feet again. I turn around, looking behind me as he lines himself up, and enters me from behind. I cry out in pleasure, holding onto the railing as he fucks me. He brings one hand to my front, fingers gently moving over my clit in rhythm to his thrusts. It doesn’t take long before I come again, and this time, if it wasn’t for him holding onto me, I could have fallen.
He gives me a moment to catch my breath and then moves back to the bench. I straddle him, sinking all the way down so his cock fills every inch of me. Tightly wrapping my arms around him, I move my hips in a circular motion. He grips me tight and bends his legs up, hitting me at a new angle.
“I’m so close,” I pant, letting him know, though I’m sure he can tell. My body tenses and I dig my nails into his skin, moaning loudly as I come. He comes too, fangs pressing into my neck. The pain paired with pleasure intensifies the orgasm and my entire body shudders. Xavier sucks a mouthful of blood as his cock pulses inside me.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, collapsing against him. He keeps his mouth over the bite wound for another minute and then puts his fingers on it, applying pressure to help the little punctures clot faster. We stay locked together, and I rest my head against him, eyes falling shut. Xavier runs his fingers up and down my back, and if it wasn’t for the damn bugs, I could happily fall asleep here, naked on his lap in the middle of the garden.
“Let me bring you inside,” he whispers and carefully helps me up. We both get redressed and he holds my hand all the way inside.
“All my stuff,” I start, heading toward the kitchen so I can get a drink. “It’s in your room?”
“Our room,” he corrects. “You are my wife and now that we’ve consummated this relationship, I assumed you’d want to share a bed with me.”
I let out a snort of laughter. “Sorry, that was just so formal. And yes, I do. I like being next to you. I feel safe.”
“You are safe when you’re next to me.”