Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“Mistress,” I said softly, “Of course I want to heal you.”
I brushed the silky waves of her long black hair out of the way to examine the finger-marks on her throat. Just seeing them made me angry all over again and I wished once more than I had given the human man who hurt her a slower and more agonizing death.
But I knew my anger served no purpose here. I didn’t want to take my demonic form and frighten Willow. Instead, I stroked the marks on her neck gently, assessing the damage.
She shivered under my light touch and I could smell the sweet heat of her feminine desire beginning to perfume the air. She wanted this—she wanted me—but I knew I needed to be careful. I wanted her to know I would never be rough with her—never hurt her or bruise or mark her the way her worthless ex-husband had done.
“May I heal you now, Mistress?” I asked, looking into her lovely green eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered. I could feel the pulse in her throat pounding against my fingertips. “Yes, please Kael—I want you to.”
Bending down, I placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss over one of the marks on the side of her neck. I felt her shiver under my touch, but she didn’t try to pull away. She pressed closer to me and gave a little moan as I kissed her again and then again, making sure to heal all of the marks.
I could tell by her reaction that this was a very sensitive area for her. For some women, their neck is an erogenous zone almost as pleasurable as their breasts and nipples. Willow seemed to be one of those—she moaned again as I switched to the other side of her neck.
I kissed her right under her ear and then continued kissing down the side of her neck and over to the hollow of her throat. She was healed by now, but I could feel her pleasure—(part of my bond with my Mistress was being attuned to both her pain and pleasure)—and I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to make her feel good—to make her moan my name. I was sure that she’d never gotten much enjoyment from her time with the abusive ex-husband I’d killed—I wanted to make up for all her bad experiences by giving her a good one.
At last, when she was nearly panting with need and her scent was extremely hot, I stopped and looked at her.
“Mistress,” I murmured. “May I kiss you someplace else?”
“Where…where do you want to kiss me?” she murmured breathlessly.
“Here.” I cupped one of her breasts through the white gown. Her robe had come untied and the thin slip-like garment beneath it was almost see-through. “And more specifically, here.” I thumbed the tight bud of her nipple, circling it lightly to tease her.
“Ohhh…” Willow thrust out her breasts, pushing the one I was holding deeper into my hand. “Yes, please!” she begged softly. “Kiss me there, Kael.”
“With pleasure, Mistress.” I felt my shaft surge in the tight trousers I was wearing. I should have asked the cottage to provide me with something new to wear too—something less constricting, I thought. But for now, I just wanted to concentrate on Willow’s pleasure.
I barely had to tug on the white silk before the top of the little gown came sliding down her shoulders, baring her breasts. I sucked in a breath—she had some stretch marks but they only made her more beautiful to me. They made her human—real. I loved her full globes tipped with wide, dark nipples.
“Gorgeous…” I breathed and then I ducked my head to kiss her right peak.
Willow shifted on the couch and pressed forward, giving me permission to do more than kiss. As I sucked her nipple into my mouth, she threaded her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer.
I loved the feeling of her guiding me. I sucked her tight bud deep and hard and she arched her back and moaned. My shaft was aching. The salty-sweet taste of her skin was addictive and the soft little noises of need and desire she made when I sucked her and circled her nipple with my tongue made me feel like I might burst!
“Oh, Kael…” she moaned as I made my way to the other nipple and began to tease and suck it too. “Oh, that feels so good.”
Her words were exactly what I wanted to hear. It’s in my nature to serve—before I was a Protector of Women, I bowed before the Almighty. So I loved giving service in any way my Mistress needed it. Besides, I was attuned to her, so I felt her pleasure as my own.
I had heard human women complaining about human men being “selfish” in bed and only caring about their own pleasure. If only they had my gift—the ability to feel the desire and pleasure of the woman they were with—I doubted such selfishness would be a problem.