Claiming His Forever Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
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I wriggle against him, my nipples grazing against his suit jacket. I have to squeeze my thighs together to do something about the tension there, to address it in some way. It aches so freaking much.

“We can’t do anything,” I say. “Not with Tinkerbell here.”

He tilts his head at me, eyes narrowed.

“No,” he says. “That’s not the reason.”

I gasp when he crushes his lips against mine again. I reach up and grip the back of his neck, pulling myself against him, tasting him, sinking into him.

This man entered my life a few minutes ago and he’s already given me more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced in my life.

Fireworks blaze across my sex, a relentless succession of them, erupting and tingling and teasing. He groans as our tongues dance, the tips flaring together, sending more and more electricity coursing through me.

Suddenly, he breaks the kiss off again, our noses tickling each other.

I can’t help but giggle.

“That feels funny,” I say.

Immediately, I wish I could take the dorky comment back.

But Kristian just smirks.

“I can feel how badly you want this,” he growls. “I bet if I slid my hand up between those thick, juicy, gorgeous thighs of yours, I’d feel how slick and hot you are. I bet your cunt is already soaked for me. I can taste how badly your body needs my body. That’s what it is, Kimberly. It’s not about us. It’s about our bodies. We’re animals. We turn each other into beasts. I’m your predator and you’re my prey. You understand that, don’t you?”

He glares at me, blues eyes flaming.

“Yes, Kristian,” I moan. “I understand that. But …”

His smirk widens. It’s like he wants me to tell him.

“Say it,” he urges. “Oh, fuck, let it be true. Let me be right. Say it, Kimberly.”

Am I awake? Or am I sleeping?

“I’m a virgin, Kristian,” I say.

Chapter Six

Kristian

I thought it was impossible for any more tension to flood into my rock solid manhood, but when I hear the word virgin, I almost explode.

I press myself against her curvy body, driving the helm of my engorged cock against her belly. Her hips feel so perfect in my hands, made for childbearing, for bringing my heirs into this world.

And now I know with iron-clad certainty that she’ll be mine, and mine alone.

If another man even dreams of touching her, I’ll snap his neck like a twig.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this,” she says into the silence, panic making her voice twisted and breathy.

Does she have any idea what she does to me when she sounds like that, this woman who should be a stranger?

But she isn’t. She isn’t even close.

I felt like I was fused to her the moment I laid eyes on her.

Her virginity only hammers that home.

“We don’t know each other. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—I mean …”

She trails off, tears rising in her eyes.

“No, Kimberly,” I growl. “I’m not disappointed. I’m glad.”

“What?” she moans.

Fuck, that moan, the wide-eyed virgin naivety of her expression … Everything about her sends wave upon wave of possessive tension surging into the base of my cock, making me feel as though I’m already buried up to my hilt inside of her.

I can’t wait to feel how tight she is, how untouched, how mine.

“Do I feel like a stranger to you?” I ask.

She swallows, her throat shifting.

My hand twitches with the need to claim that throat, to hold it tenderly. I’d never hurt her, but I’d apply just enough pressure to let her know who she belongs to.

“You should,” she finally whimpers.

It’s like she doesn’t know the effect those breathy words are going to have on me. If she did – if she had any clue how much restraint it’s taking not to maul her like the beast I am right here – she might be a bit more careful with the noises she makes.

“Fine,” I snarl. “Maybe I should. But do I?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head slowly.

“Speak, Kimberly,” I growl.

“No,” she moans.

It’s the same way she’ll moan when I drive my cock between those ample breasts of hers. I’ll flip her around for the best angle, driving my cock between the fleshy, intoxicating roundness of them. I’ll paint them in precome until she’s gasping and gagging for my cock to drive up into her virgin cunt.

I ache with the need for it.

“No,” I confirm. “That’s because we’re not strangers. That’s because you belong to me.”

She gasps, so naïve, so pure, so fresh.

So untouched.

Savage possessiveness tears its way through me when I think of another man trying to claim that which is mine.

No matter what she does, where she goes, what she becomes, she’ll always belong to me.

“What do you mean?” she says.

“I mean what I say,” I tell her firmly.

I surge forward and grab her ass cheeks, squeezing her to let her feel the power of my grip. She sighs and writhes against me. It’s like she can’t help it, as though her desire is bubbling up inside of her as an impossible-to-ignore voice.


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