Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
I want him to never stop touching me like this.
I want his hands claiming every inch of my skin.
I want...
“You,” I whisper, the words tumbling out. “I w-want you.”
His hands still for a moment, and then he’s turning me around in the water, positioning me so I’m straddling his hips.
“Then say you’re mine, Samira.”
The evidence of his desire presses against my core, and it’s just too, too much once again.
“Say it.”
A command wrapped in a growl, and the words he demand come tumbling out in surrender.
“I’m y-yours—”
My words end in a gasp, with Hexius suddenly moving, and before I know it, he’s already impaled me on his throbbing length, and oh, oh, oh...how is it possible that I feel even fuller, my walls stretched deliciously beyond capacity?
“Parfait,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips with possessive force as he stills to let me adjust. “Can you feel it, Samira? Can you feel how you’re made only for me?”
I can only sob in agreement...since he’s already moving, his fingers digging into my flesh as he teaches me how to ride him. I’m hesitant and awkward at first, but need soon takes over—oh, it’s impossible not to lose myself, the moment we become one like this—and then I’m the one completely out of control.
“That’s it, Samira.”
I’m the one bouncing up and down on his length, my breasts swinging and scraping against his chest—
“Take me deeper. You can do it.”
And so I do.
I rise and fall on him, learning the angle that makes him swear in French.
Every second has me spiraling, the rhythm our bodies move to making both of us pant, and when his thumb finds the sensitive bundle of nerves at my core—
“Please don’t stop!”
I can’t believe I’m shamelessy begging for something like that.
“P-Please!”
But I just can’t help it, with how that touch of his has the pressure building to exquisitely unbearable heights.
“Never.”
And of course he keeps his promise.
His fingers moving as relentlessly as the pleasure that’s making my belly tighten and tighten and tighten until—
“H-Hexius!”
I come apart with a cry that echoes off the marble walls, but it’s not enough. I don’t know why, but it’s not. Something’s missing. Something important. And when I lift my gaze helplessly to his—
“Tell me what you want.”
And just like that, I realize what it is.
“P-Please.”
“You have to say it, Samira.”
My leopard king is purring, the sound of it burning through my inhibitions, so that even though I still feel shy, it’s my need of him that eclipses everything—
“P-Please,” I hear myself choke out. “P-Please come inside of me.”
It’s the most shamefully embarrassing thing to ask, but oh!
The words seem to unlock something primal in him, and when Hexius thrusts back into me, it’s as if he’s more beast than man, and all I can do is cling to his shoulders as he drives into me faster and faster, harder and harder, and so, so deep that it’s almost like he’s reaching for my very soul—
“Samira.”
He grits my name out as he explodes inside of me, and the moment I hear this—
The moment I feel it—
I just can’t believe this, but his climax restarts mine, and I’m a sobbing and shuddering mess as pleasure rushes through my body like the most violent of storms.
“H-Hexius...”
I’m not sure how much time passes after that, with my body still trembling with aftershocks, and my mind still incapable of functioning. But just when I think it’s over, Hexius pulls out and gently guides me to turn around, positioning me on my hands and knees in the shallow end of the tub.
“Again,” he says, and it’s not a request.
W-What does he mean—
Ah!
He enters me from behind, the new angle making me gasp as he fills me completely. I’m oversensitive, every nerve ending alive with sensation, and when his hand connects with my bottom in a sharp spank—
“Hexius!”
But this only makes him chuckle, a dark and lazy sound that makes my body come alive in a completely and shamefully different way—
Spank!
What follows is a claiming in every sense of the word. He moves with controlled power, each thrust hitting angles that make me see stars. His hands are everywhere, one gripping my hip to hold me exactly where he wants me, the other finding my breast to roll and pinch my nipple until I’m delirious with the mix of pain and pleasure.
When he spanks me again, harder this time, I can’t hold back the cry that tears from my throat.
“Tell me you’re mine, Samira.”
This time, I don’t even think of denying it.
“Y-Yours,” I choke out. “I’m y-yours.”
When he slams into me one last time, it’s over for both of us, and oh, to feel him filling me with his heat—
I think I might pass out this time.
And so I do.
When I finally resurface from the haze of sensation, it’s to find myself back in bed, my body tucked protectively against his, and I...I no longer know what’s the right thing to think or feel. All I can do is look up—