Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I drew her closer, burying my nose in her hair and breathing in her warm, feminine scent.
“Gods, little witch, your mouth is so talented. It felt like magic.”
She laughed softly against my chest.
“Magic, huh? Well if it was, it’s the first magic I’ve done since I was a kid.”
I tilted her chin up so I could look into her eyes—those gorgeous hazel eyes with golden flecks I could drown in.
“I want to return the favor,” I said, my voice rough with need. “I want to taste you too.”
She blinked, and the light in her eyes flickered just enough for me to see…not fear exactly, but something close. Hesitation…uncertainty.
I didn’t push. Instead, I smoothed a strand of silky hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear.
“Did your husband never taste you?” I asked softly.
She shook her head, cheeks going pink with embarrassment.
“Craig was a good lover… well, most of the time. But he just didn’t like that. Didn’t like, uh, going down.”
She said it like she was embarrassed, as if it was something shameful. As if the fault lay with her and not the man who’d left her untouched and unseen.
My jaw clenched.
Why the hell wouldn’t he have wanted to worship her? To feast on every inch of her soft, beautiful body until she shook apart in his arms?
“I don’t understand,” I murmured, brushing my fingers down the curve of her shoulder. “Why wouldn’t he want to taste you?”
She gave a small shrug, avoiding my gaze.
“He said it just wasn’t his thing.”
“Well,” I said, “it’s very much my thing. You don’t know how many years I’ve been dreaming of tasting you, my little witch.”
That made her laugh, but it was a nervous giggle. Her fingers swirled restlessly in my fur, like she didn’t quite know what to do with her hands.
“But… why?” she asked. “Why do you want to do that so badly?”
“Two reasons.” I cupped her cheek and stroked my thumb beneath her eye.
She looked up at me, waiting.
“First, because I want to give you pleasure. I want to watch you fall apart under my tongue. I want to know what you taste like when you’re happy, when you’re mine,” I told her.
Her breath caught, her cheeks flushing deeper.
“And second…” I hesitated, then let the truth fall between us like a stone in a still pond. “Because the more we connect—physically and emotionally—the closer I come to being real for you. Not just here. Not just in the dark. But in the light too.”
She frowned, brows drawing together.
“Real like… outside the cottage?”
I nodded slowly.
“Maybe. I’m not sure how far it can go yet, but I feel it. Every time you touch me. Every time you see me… I solidify. Become more than just shadow and memory.”
She sat up a little, propping her chin on her hand, staring at me like I was a puzzle she wanted to solve.
“What would happen if you tried to leave the cottage now?” she asked. “I mean, we’ve been, er, intimate in several ways. Would you be solid enough to go out?”
I sighed and looked toward the darkened window where night clung like a curtain beyond the glass.
“I might be,” I admitted. “But I’m not willing to risk it. Not yet. I think the cottage grounds are part of my boundary. If I push it too far before I’m ready…”
“What?” she whispered. “What would happen?”
“I might disappear.” I said it quietly, watching her eyes widen.
“You mean… for good?”
I nodded.
“If I step outside and I’m not anchored enough—if the bond isn’t strong enough—I might fade before I can come back.”
Danni’s eyes grew wide with fear.
“I don’t want to lose you!” she said quickly, pressing closer to me. “I just found you again.”
Her words and the way she was looking at me made me feel like she was holding my heart in her soft little hand.
“You won’t lose me,” I promised her. “Not if you keep letting me in. Not if you let me love you.”
She swallowed hard.
“Is that what this is? What we’re doing together—making you real? Making you solid?”
I touched her face again.
“It’s the beginning.”
Silence settled between us like a soft blanket. Outside, the wind stirred the golden leaves and made them whisper against the cottage walls.
Then, after a long moment, Danni gave me a shy, crooked smile.
“Okay,” she said softly. “If you still want to do that…to taste me… I mean, if it will help you be more real…”
My whole body tightened with wanting.
“Danni, you have no idea how much I want to taste your sweet little pussy.”
She looked at me, cheeks pink and eyes bright.
“I want to try. I want to feel what you’re offering. I just…I’m a little shy.”
“I know. But I’ll take care of you,” I vowed, cupping her cheek. “You’ll never feel anything but pleasure, my little witch.”