Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
I blink out of the lusty haze for a moment, breaking and looking at him over my shoulder. “I listen,” I argue, but it’s weak as I catch sight of him behind me. Tall, muscled, and teasing me like the prick he is. God, I want to bite him, and from the look of his fangs, he wants to bite me too.
The idea has me swallowing hard.
“Barely,” he says, emphasizing his argument with a thrust of his cock.
I gasp, my eyes closing as he bottoms out for one delicious second before pulling all the way out again.
“Dagon,” I groan, my grip tightening on the railing. “Please.”
He folds himself over me again, kissing my neck, the shell of my ear. I turn, capturing his mouth while I rock back against him, desperate to get him inside me. I feel his muscles clench, and I can’t stop my smile from spreading. He wants me too. I mean, clearly he does, but he’s torturing himself right alongside me, which makes me feel…
Too much.
It makes me feel way too much for this hunter.
“Annika,” he says my name like a warning.
I like it.
I want to push his boundaries.
I roll my hips again, and this time his cock slips in an inch. I push back, taking him in deeper, only to pull up and lose him again.
A low growl rumbles from his chest as he grips my hips tighter.
“Not as fun when it’s turned around on you?” I ask.
He smiles down at me, and it’s breathtaking. “Little tease,” he says before kissing me hard and quick. “You’ll pay for that.”
Dagon shifts my hair off my back, gently gripping my neck as he draws back, his other hand on my hip as he drives into me from behind. No more teasing. No more toying. Just him.
Over and over again.
I hold onto the railing, seeing stars as he pumps into me, his hard length making me liquid as he hits that sweet spot deep inside me.
No one has ever wound me up like him.
No one has ever worked me up so damn much.
I’m nothing but sensation, all sparks and building pleasure as he takes complete control of my body. It’s freeing. Exhilarating. Mind bending.
I push back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal abandon, until we’re in this perfect synchronicity that has me stretching so tight I feel like I might break.
“Dagon,” I moan his name. Not a whisper, not quietly. It’s loud and raw and real. “God, you feel so good.”
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, upping his pace. “So goddamn beautiful.”
I whimper as he bottoms out again, the pain-laced pleasure sending starlight bolting over my skin as my orgasm rises to the cusp—
He slows down a fraction, his movements cautious, almost like he’s afraid he hurt me.
“Don’t you dare stop.” I gasp.
“Fuck,” he groans, returning to the punishing pace he’d kept before.
“Yes,” I sigh. “Dagon, yes. I’m coming.”
“Annika.” His words are laced with something primal, almost animalistic. A claiming in the way he says my name just like he’s claiming my body.
It shifts something inside me. I don’t know what, can’t possibly concentrate on it when my orgasm splinters into a million pieces of glittering starlight. Grazing from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes, sending bolts of electricity along my spine in the best way.
Dagon spills inside me at the same time, our bodies aligned, our releases the same, our breaths matched as we try to catch them. He gently pulls out of me, scooping me up in one smooth motion, and carries me straight into his shower.
We clean up in a haze of post-orgasm bliss and laughter, though I’m not sure what we’re laughing about. I don’t need to know either. Not as he gently soaps up my body, his touch gentle and attentive. Not when he wraps me in a warm towel or when he drapes one of his shirts over me that engulfs me. Not when he tucks me into his chest as we burrow under his covers.
“One hour,” he says, his voice so much softer.
I turn to look up at him. His fangs are gone and blue fills his eyes again. He looks…content.
Warmth spreads through my chest. “One hour?” I ask.
He closes his eyes, settling deeper into his pillow, holding me tight against him. “Nap. Then, you’re mine again. After that, we’ll train.”
I bite back my grin, settling my head onto his chest. “Sounds like the perfect night.”
“Holy shit, Annika,” Dagon says, or more like gasps.
I do my best to ignore the rush of pride filling my chest at his clear shock, and focus harder on my power.
It’s been a week since we crossed lines with each other, and now everything is a hazy blur of bliss and training and more bliss. The training has only gotten easier, not to mention the ease between Dagon and myself now that we’re…well, I don’t know exactly what we are to each other.