Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I lightly stroke her inner thigh and she parts her legs with ease. She moans softly while her head rests against my chest. The rumble of approval comes from the both of us. I crave her submission as much as he does. The beast continues to marvel at the scar on her neck while my eyes and hands roam her delectable body. Her soft pale skin begs to be marked. A wicked grin pulls at my lips. The beast agrees and I suckle her neck to rectify the situation.
I run my hand down her stomach, circling her belly button, then I continue down her body to run the tips of my fingers through the soft, trimmed hair on her pussy, watching for her reaction. Every movement is calculated; I’m careful to keep myself from her sight. She cannot see me or I might frighten her.
The need to observe how she responds to my touch is far too great as I run my fingers past her clit and down to her pussy lips, spreading them gently and dipping inside just enough to get her honey on them. Her eyes stay closed as she’s in utter rapture from my touch. These stolen glances will be branded in my memory, I’m all too sure of it. Heat rises inside of me and my body aches for more.
I drag the moisture back up to her clit and rub circles against the swollen nub. Her head rolls back as she pants, and I can see her parted lips and her hooded eyes. Fucking beautiful. My chest swells with pride. She thrives with my touch. I lick my lips with the need to taste her, but I resist. Fear sweeps over me. She hasn’t agreed to stay, and I won’t let her see me until she does. I need to know she won’t fight for me to keep her before I can bare myself to her. If she denies me, I’m not sure I will be able to contain the beast. Nor do I have any desire to. She is mine. She will submit; it’s only a matter of what it will take to secure her obedience.
Tonight will be for her. I will give her unmatched pleasure until she’s sated. Then I must give her space. I’ll leave her to roam and see all that I have for her here.
The beast stirs in protest, and I hold him back. As my hand stills, fighting for control, our beauty stirs. It’s only then that he’s subdued, his focus on her pleasure.
The plan must work. I will please and sate her, allow her to take in all the castle and the magic can offer, and then she must agree. Only then can she see me.
I’ll have to leave notes for her. That’s the only way I can communicate. Anger swarms in my veins causing the beast to release her neck. Small bruises mark her delicate flesh. Depraved thoughts swarm my mind.
She is trusting of our touch, but how trusting? If I could get her on all fours, I could lap at her from behind without her seeing me. The beast growls in agreement, causing Elle to jump suddenly and her body stiffens.
The pounding of her heart makes it far too obvious that she’s awake.
I gently stroke her clit again, and the beast nips her earlobe and down her now-marked neck to her shoulder. He laps at his mark, drawn to it with arrogance. He already sees her as his. But I need more. More than her submission in fear and in trust, I need her desire to please me. To be her reason to live. A darkness sweeps over me at the thoughts of what we could have together. It is fate. The thought whispers in the back of my mind and shivers run down my spine. She is mine.
With my hand gripping her hip, I nudge her forward, giving slight pressure. It’s a gentle command and one I’m certain she’ll understand. Her shoulders stiffen as she sucks in a breath. Adrenaline rushes into my veins. She’s hesitant to move but she doesn’t object, so I push a little harder. The bed groans and my cock leaks with precum as she complies, rolling onto her stomach. The small pants and shuddered breaths invigorate me in a way I’ve never felt before. Her lush curves tempt me to take her as she settles into the bed.
Resisting my own pleasure is difficult, but the thought of her cunt on my tongue is all I can focus on. Her scent makes my mouth water.
As I move to my knees, I spread her thighs wider while lifting her hips. A soft objection in the form of a murmur makes me pause. She pulls away slightly, so I release her, giving her time. Her breathing is heavier and I’m all too aware that fear lingers in the unknown.