Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
His stare sweeps over my form giving none of his thoughts away. Is he disappointed in what he sees? Does he feel disgust when he remembers my disfigured back?
He closes the distance between us and cups my face.
A shiver shimmies up my spine as I once again feel that jolt of electricity I thought I’d imagined the first time he touched me.
I turn my face away from his caress but that doesn’t stop him. He grazes the other side of my face with the back of his knuckles.
“Beautiful,” he whispers softly. “I believed you to be a culmination of my lack of sleep and imagination, but here you are.”
As if an invisible string is pulling me, I raise my head to meet his gaze and find myself trapped in their amber depths. They’re beautiful, like a precious jewel.
When he lowers his head and our lips are dangerously close, I want to pull away from him but one muscular arm pulls me against him.
I whimper as our lips collide and I freeze. My brains screams to resist but my body sends an entirely different signal. I’m not supposed to feel a thing and if I do, it should be fear and terror considering the diabolical treatment I’d received as a companion.
I try to call upon the anger and resentment I should feel toward him for being ignored these past several days while I was fed food not fit for an animal. But none of those feelings come. Instead that unfamiliar heat I’d experienced on the plane returns, claiming my body once again and making it compliant to his touch.
The roughness of his beard isn’t abrasive against my skin as I thought it would be, instead it tickles my skin. Its softness surprises me as well as his lips. They’re tender and gentle.
The kiss is something unexpected. I’m taken back to the days on the commune where I’d shared a few stolen kisses with past boyfriends.
But this isn’t my boyfriend, this is my owner. He’s my Master, who basically holds my life in his hands. This thought is enough to sober me and give me the inspiration I need to fight him off, but as I place my palms against his chest, ready to push him away, I feel the pounding of his heart beneath my fingertips.
It races, matching mine. The thought of resistance immediately flees.
I’m lifted off my feet while our lips remain pressed together. My arms automatically go around his neck as he crushes me against his chest.
The heat that I’d fought so desperately to ignore surges through my body and I find myself giving in to it.
He presses his tongue against my lips, silently demanding entrance and to my shame, I give in to him without a struggle. The kiss grows more forceful with each passing second while he explores every inch of my mouth. He devours me as though he seeks to consume my very soul.
He cups the back of my head and sucks my tongue into his mouth.
“Ow!” I explain when his sharpened canines puncture my tongue.
The ache quickly dissipates as he resumes sucking it, his saliva like a healing balm. All while that heat continues to spread throughout my body threatening to erupt into a full-blown fire.
Just when my lungs scream for the sweet relief of oxygen, he breaks the kiss and buries his face against my neck.
“This scent,” he murmurs. “I’ve been thinking about it. Why is it so intoxicating?”
I have no clue what he means by that but there is an odor he emits that I notice whenever we’re close. It isn’t unpleasant. It’s something wild, tangy and feral, something that makes me want to be closer to him.
Noah had once mentioned something like this when she’d been with Magnus but at the time I didn’t want to hear about her and the superious overlord she voluntarily decided to stay with. Yet, here I am, giving in to the need to be close to this superious beast who only wants me for my womb.
It barely registers when he carries me to the bed and throws me on top of the fur comforter. When he walked into my room earlier, I thought it was simply an obligatory visit to inspect his property, but here I am lost in his arms.
By all the accounts I’d heard of him before, I believed he’d be the beast they say he is, yet he places me gently on the bed like I’m a fragile treasure and then he slowly pulls my dress over my head.
Embarrassment sets in at how I must appear in my threadbare bra and panties, the same ones I’d left sector 2 with. I’d left with only the clothes on my back at the time because I didn’t want to accept any gifts from Magnus.
I cross my arms over my chest and look away from him, my body trembling.