Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“Um…really?” she asked at last. “You like, uh, women with curves?”
“Like them?” He looked up again for a moment, his eyes flashing reddish purple. “Princess, I fucking love curvy women—we call them ‘Elites’—didn’t you know that?”
“Elites?” Sylvie frowned.
“Women the Goddess has blessed with extra curvy figures.” He sucked his fingers again and went back to the other nipple, even though Sylvie was almost sure it was healed. But maybe he was just trying to be thorough…
She shifted on the bed, pressing her thighs together tightly.
“So…I’m an Elite?” she asked, breathlessly.
“Yes, you fucking are, Princess,” he growled softly and his eyes were suddenly half-lidded and more purple than red. “You’re Goddess-damned gorgeous and you fucking know it.”
Sylvie didn’t know any such thing. She knew she had pretty hair—it was her best feature, honestly. But she had too many freckles and more than one man had let her know that her weight made her ‘undateable.’” It was one reason she’d given up on the dating scene completely and decided to focus wholly on her work. Now, however, Kross was looking at her like she was incredibly desirable and hot.
It made her wonder what was going on in his head as he stared at her with that lazy look of lust and continued to tease her tight nipples.
“I…um…” She couldn’t think of what to say. Kross was leaning over her…so close now. Almost close enough to kiss… “Am I healed yet?” she asked, not sure what else to say.
“I think so.” Kross pinched her nipple and tugged on it gently. “How does that feel?”
This time Sylvie couldn’t bite back a moan.
“It…it feels good,” she admitted breathlessly.
He gave her a lazy smile.
“Good. I wanted to be sure your sensitivity wasn’t compromised by those little fuckers. Maybe I should test the other one too.”
And he reached across and tugged her other nipple, making her moan again as sparks of pleasure shot through her, straight down to her pussy.
“Ohh!” Sylvie gasped, arching her back again.
His eyes went lazy with lust.
“Gods…so responsive. Yes, I think you’re all right now, Princess.”
“Don’t…don’t call me Princess,” Sylvie panted, not knowing what else to say.
Kross leaned forward, looking right into her eyes, his lips almost brushing hers as he spoke.
“I’ll call you anything I want,” he growled softly. “Princess.”
Sylvie had no idea what to say. He really was close enough to kiss. She could feel his warm breath on her face and for a moment, she was sure he actually was going to kiss her. And the worst thing was—she actually wanted him to!
“Kross…” she whispered breathlessly. “I don’t know—”
Abruptly, he pulled away from her.
“Well—I think you’re all healed now, Princess.”
His sudden shift in mood left her feeling almost dizzy. What had just almost happened between them? Or had she imagined it?
“Um… thank you, I guess,” she said, at a loss for anything else to say.
“Welcome, Princess. Here—wear this.”
He got up and found a spare shirt for her—one of his uniform shirts, Sylvie saw. It was from the extra uniform he always carried with him when they went on missions, she realized.
“But what about you? What will you wear?” she asked uncertainly as she sat up and slipped the huge shirt on. It was made of a thick, satiny material that felt cool and silky against her now extremely sensitive tips.
He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling with the motion.
“My flight leathers are fine until we get back to the Mother Ship.” He raised one silvery eyebrow at her. “Unless you’re thinking you want to go back outside and look for some more leeches or some other creepy-crawlies?”
“Ugh—no! Not right now.” Sylvie shivered. “Um, do we still have the slugs that, uh, bit me?”
He nodded.
“Still on the shower floor but I can put them in a specimen box for you.”
“Would you?” Sylvie asked. “Thank you—I’d rather not handle them again so soon after…”
“After they almost drained you dry? Yeah, I don’t blame you, Princess.”
He barked a laugh and nodded.
“Okay, I’ll go take care of that and then we can go home. If you’re sure you’re feeling okay, that is?”
Leaning over, he cupped her cheek briefly in one big, warm hand as he looked anxiously into her eyes.
For some reason, Sylvie found it hard to hold his gaze. Which for once, was a pure, deep, dark blue without even a hint of angry red.
“I think so…I mean I’m pretty sure I’m okay,” she said. She could feel her cheeks getting hot with a blush—damn it, what was happening? Was she having some kind of moment with her sarcastic Kindred Protector?
“Well…if you’re sure. Because we can stay here for a little while if you need to recuperate,” he offered. “I could make you something to eat—we have plenty of meal cubes.”
Sylvie bit her lip. What should she say? For the first time her Protector was being nice instead of rude and cutting. Also, the moment that had passed between them had been strangely compelling. Could it be she’d misjudged him all this time?