Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Her voice shook with a mixture of fear and desire, the two things always existing together in the way she loved him. There was a part of Liana that would always fear him, and it was that part of her which was also why her body always responded eagerly and helplessly to his every command.
It was how they both wanted it. How they both needed it.
"Um, Syl—"
Sylvain slapped her bottom, the crack of his palm against her flesh echoing between the sea and sky.
"People are sta—"
Another slap, harder this time.
Let La Bête Sauvage wait.
His cousin would understand, having tamed his own temptuous beauty.
"B-But what about the party—"
"We are not French for nothing," Sylvain drawled. "We are expected to be late."
"But I'm actually half—"
SLAP.
Her body trembled against his shoulder, the heat building between them, the promise of what was to come.
"Be a good girl, ma petite," he murmured, lowering her onto the cabin bed, his wet clothes leaving dark patches on the sheets. "And accept your punishment gladly."
The End