Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
And then his mouth was on her pussy.
Her head fell back. Oh God. She dug her hand into his hair, riding the maddening raspy pumps of his velvet tongue.
From what she’d experienced, male werewolves loved going down on a woman. Ripper seemed to be no different, greedily licking and lapping and sinking his tongue as deep as it could go. He expertly pushed her into an orgasm mega fast, trapping a scream in her throat as pleasure racked her body in shuddering waves.
Her eyes closed, she slumped to the rug, breathing hard. She heard buttons snap open and then a wrapper tear.
Emberlyn had just forced her eyelids to lift when he slid up her body and lowered his weight onto her, yanking down the top of her dress to bare her bra-clad breasts. He deftly flicked open the front catch and latched onto her nipple, sucking so hard. He lavished attention on first one nipple then the other, teasing both into tight throbbing buds.
‘I want you in me.’ She dug her fingers into his back. So much muscle and strength and power there. It was all entirely too drugging. ‘Hurry.’
‘No, I’m going in slow.’
Emberlyn was about to fervently object, but then she felt the very broad head of his cock inch inside her. Her eyes went wide at the sharp burn. ‘Oh, fuck.’ She hadn’t gotten a look at his shaft; hadn’t realized he was quite so thick.
‘Shh, be still.’ He lazily rolled his hips forward, forcing his dick deeper, groaning deep in his throat. ‘Your pussy is so tight.’ He put his mouth to her ear. ‘My pussy tonight.’
The possessive claim should have outraged her, but there was something arousing about the blatant nerve of it. For the majority of her life, people had been wary of her – she’d made sure of it. It had kept her safe, for the most part. But the flip side? It had isolated her slightly. Aside from Millicent, Michael and the twins, people had always been on their guard around Emberlyn to some degree.
No guy had ever dared handle her this way. Not even Michael. But Ripper just took.
He grabbed her. Pulled her. Held her down. Positioned her however and wherever he wanted.
And the pressure of his dick filling her to the point of bursting was glorious.
He swept a hand up her thigh, side and cupped her breast, a hint of possession in the hard press of his fingertips, leaving behind a tingling sensation – and she knew what the latter meant.
She hissed, pricking his hips with her nails. ‘I didn’t say you could scent-mark me.’
Releasing her breast, he delved his hand into her hair. ‘It’s already done. My scent is sinking into your skin now. It won’t wear off for days.’ He bit her earlobe. ‘You like that I’ve done it; like that I do what I want with you.’
God damn the bastard for picking up on that. She sent a rush of magick over him. ‘Now you smell of me.’ So ha.
A growl eased out of him as his free hand clutched her ass tight. Then he was moving, his hips violently snapping forward again and again. Every heavy jut of his hips forced his dick excruciatingly deep – it was bliss, it was pain, it was more than she could take.
But she had no intention of asking him to stop.
‘Knew you’d feel good,’ he said with a thick grunt. ‘Fucking perfect.’ The hand in her hair kept her head at the angle he wanted it, so he could stare right into her eyes.
She clasped his nape, lost to the feel of his cock dragging over her supersensitive inner walls as he pounded into her like an animal. It was savage. Brutal. A taking.
She’d had rough sex before, but this was different. So basic and primitive that there was something depersonalizing about it. It stripped her of every layer. Witch. Woman. Person.
She felt overwhelmed and possessed and downright owned. It unnerved her, but it didn’t stop her from dragging her nails down his back in demand. ‘Harder.’
He gave her what she wanted, every slam of his cock making her breasts jiggle. Right then, he was pure sexual aggression – and she reveled in it.
Her moans turned louder and breathier as she took his increasingly brutal thrusts. The friction soon became too much. ‘I’m going to come.’
He roughly palmed her breast. ‘Do it. Come.’
She arched into his hand, and the sharp prick of his claws knocked her over the edge. Her body shook as wave after wave of glorious white-hot pleasure overtook her.
Above her, Ripper lost it – unleashed every bit of strength and control as he chased his own release. Finally, he speared his cock deep and went still, his shaft throbbing as he growled into her neck.
They both went pliant, their bodies tremoring, their breathing all over the place.