Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Paris dug her nails into his flesh.
“Are you ready, Princess?” Grasping his cock, he rubbed it against her damp opening.
Paris shivered, spreading her legs wider for him.
Zahn’s eyes flashed with desire. “Ah yes, you are,” he muttered.
“I do want you,” she found herself admitting. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much. You’re driving me crazy.”
She arched her back and lifted her hips slightly. All her earlier protests went out the window. Paris was ready for him when he captured her lips. She loved the way his lips felt pressed against hers. The weight of his hard frame pressed her into the mattress.
Zahn pushed his cock into her. Discomfort took over. It felt like she was being stretched to the limit. Paris placed her hand against his chest. “Zahn, I think you’re too big for me.” Panic began to fill her.
Zahn groaned, closing his eyes as though savoring the sensation of being inside of her. “You’re perfect for me, and I’ll prove it to you.” With one powerful push, he slid fully into her.
All pleasure disappeared. She was being torn apart. “No!” She pushed at his chest in earnest now.
Zahn on the other hand looked like he was experiencing nirvana. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re so tight. Your pussy clings to my cock like a second skin,” he groaned.
“Even if I had been gentle there was bound to be some pain as this is your first time. It will get easier. I promise.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. “I don’t… it hurts.”
He watched her, an unreadable expression on his face and then his features softened. To her surprise he planted a kiss on her forehead. “It will be all right, love. I shouldn’t have rushed you. My only excuse was that I was eager for your scrumptious pussy.”
Zahn kissed the corners of her eyes. His tenderness was a side of him she hadn’t expected. Had he called her love? Maybe she’d just imagined it. Paris lay beneath him, adjusting to his impressive size in silence.
She wanted to be angry with him for what he’d just done, but she couldn’t, not when he was displaying this warm, gentle side.
He traced her jaw line so lovingly.
Her lips trembled when he ran his thumb across them.
“Let me make this better for you, London.” He slid his index finger across her clit.
Heat began to build up in the pit of her belly. Soon the pain faded, leaving pleasure in its wake. The sensation of being deliciously stretched was heady. She wiggled her hips, ready for him to move.
A smile tilted his lips. It was the first genuine one she’d seen from him.
“Beautiful. I think you’re ready for me.”
“Yes,” she whispered, ready to be his in every sense of the word.
He slowly moved inside of her.
Paris reveled in his strength and the warm heavy feel of him on top of her. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his hips and grabbed him to her. A sharp intake of breath caught in her throat. With each thrust, he moved deeper into her, taking Paris to the limits of passion.
Their eyes locked. The dark murky green of his was nearly black. Zahn’s thrusts grew more fierce and possessive.
She held on to him, her nails digging into his flesh.
Zahn grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head, holding them there.
“Mine! You’re all mine!” he growled, branding her.
Paris felt as if she was spiraling into a sea of unfathomable desire. She wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his silky black locks, but he was fully in charge. Lord, she was hot.
He buried his face against her neck, his warm breath tickling her skin. “You’re mine,” he groaned again.
When her climax came, it was a burning inferno. She screamed her release, shaking uncontrollably. She’d had orgasms before through masturbation, but they were nothing like this. “Zahn! Oh, God!”
He continued to drive into her until he stiffened. A warm gust of his come shot up her channel.
“Oh, Princess,” he sighed, finally releasing her wrists. There was that name again.
Paris tried to pretend he didn’t say it, but he had and that changed everything.
The tears she’d allowed herself earlier were now back with a vengeance. She turned her head away. He only wanted her because he believed she was someone else.
Zahn frowned. “What’s wrong, London?”
She didn’t bother answering. The last time she tried to explain, he refused to believe her. There was no point in wasting her breath. It was like banging her head against a brick wall.
When Zahn relaxed his hold on her, she managed to wiggle from beneath him and slide off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
She turned her back to him, wrapping her arms around her body in a protective gesture. “That’s a silly question considering I have nowhere to go.” She expected him to say something, but he didn’t.