Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
“Yes, please!” My words come out in a breathless moan. “I want you. Take me, Lucian!” I beg.
“I will, sweetheart,” he says, his eyes going dark with desire, “But first, I want to taste you. I want to savor the flavor of my bride before I claim her.”
He sinks to his knees before me again, and this time, he doesn’t pause. He leans in, and his hot, wet tongue delivers a long, slow, devastating lick from my entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit.
“Oh!” I gasp, my body jerking against the restraints. The harness holds me firmly—a delicious paradox of bondage and liberation. I can’t move, I can only submit.
Lucian feasts on me with a focused, carnal hunger—his tongue circling my clit, flicking it, then plunging inside me to gather more of my juices. I wish desperately that I could touch him—that I could run my hands through his hair and pull him closer, but I am restrained and deliciously helpless. He can do anything he wants to me, and I can’t stop him.
The knowledge unravels me completely.
“So sweet,” he groans against me, the vibration making me moan and buck against him. “Your perfect little pussy is dripping for me. Begging for my cock. Isn’t it?”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, applying a steady, rhythmic pressure that has me sobbing, my hips straining futilely against the straps.
He licks me until I am a writhing, pleading mess—until the pleasure is a white-hot coil low in my belly, about to snap. He brings me right to the very edge, holding me there, teasing, and then… he stops.
“Lucian, please!” I moan. “I was getting so close!”
“I know, sweetheart. But I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
He rises, his lips glistening with my essence, and kisses me deeply. He shares my secret flavor with me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I moan into the kiss, sucking on his tongue, dizzy with the taste of myself on him. Why does it taste so good—so right, like this?
“Mmm, little one,” he growls, breaking the kiss, his breath hot on my lips. “Spread your pussy for me. Show me how much you want it.”
I can’t physically spread wider, but I try, pushing against the cuffs, offering myself. It’s enough. He grips his thick, hard length in one hand, and I feel the broad, smooth head of his cock nudging against my soaked entrance. He rubs it against my pussy, coating himself in my honey and teasing us both.
“I want to feel you all around me,” he rumbles, his voice thick with strain. “Want to fuck you nice and deep tonight. So deep you’ll feel me in your soul.”
With that, he pushes up into me.
The stretch I feel as he enters me is deliciously intense. He is so thick inside me. I’m wet and open from his mouth, yet he still fills me to absolute capacity. He sinks in slowly, relentlessly, until his hips are flush with mine…until I can feel every inch of him buried to the hilt inside me with the head of his cock kissing the end of my channel.
“Oh God, Lucian!” I gasp, my head falling back against the supportive frame behind me. “Please!”
“Mmm, can you feel that, sweetheart?” he growls, beginning a slow, deliberate withdrawal before thrusting back in, making me see stars. “Can you feel me all the way inside you? Inside your tight little pussy, stretching you out on my cock?”
“Yes!” I moan. “God, yes, I can feel you!”
“Good girl.” His eyes blaze down at me. “Look at you—taking every fucking inch of me like you were made for it! Such a good girl to take my cock so deep in that wet little pussy.”
His hot, dirty words drive me crazy, but I can only moan and gasp in response as he sets a punishing, perfect rhythm, gripping my hips to hold me steady for his thrusts.
My pleasure builds—a towering inferno fed by the fullness, the friction, and the sheer animal dominance of his possession. I love that the cuffs holding me to the frame behind me give me nothing to do but try to be open enough for him.
Lucian holds my eyes with his own, his gaze burning with an intensity that goes beyond the physical. As he drives into me, our bodies joined in the most primal way, he speaks words that make me melt.
“I love you, little one,” he growls softly, each word punctuated by a deep, claiming thrust. “Love you so much—I’m never going to let you go.”
My heart fists in my chest.
“I d-don’t want you to l-let me go,” I pant, the confession ripped from the deepest part of me. “Take me—take all of me. Everything I am.”
“I will, sweetheart,” he promises, his pace becoming even more relentless, the sound of our joining loud in the quiet dungeon. “Can you come for me? Can you come on my cock while I’m buried inside you?”