Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
He set the tray on the table and gestured at the seat she usually claimed. As Wynter sat, he took the one opposite her.
Although she was starved, she reached for the bottle of water first. She’d downed a full bottle on the way to Ishtar’s Keep, but the thirst was still a tickle in her throat. She really did need one of Anabel’s rejuvenating potions. But her coven clearly hadn’t yet arrived back at Devil’s Cradle or they’d have come here looking for her by now.
She and Cain ate in relative silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was weighted. That didn’t stop her from scoffing down her food. Once they were done, he set the tray on the floor outside the chamber.
Rising from her chair, she walked toward him, not whatsoever impressed when he backed away. She folded her arms. “Okay, what gives?”
His jaw tightened. “I can’t put my hands on you right now.”
“Of course you can.”
“No, I can’t. Won’t.”
“And why not?”
His fingers flexed. “It’s simply better this way.”
“If you’re going to ask for space or some shit—”
“Not space. I want you here. I want you where I can see you. But I can’t touch you yet.”
“You’re going to need to explain that, because I don’t get it.”
His eyes flaring, he stalked toward her, all smolder and sexual aggression. “If I put my hands on you, I won’t be able to merely hold you. There’ll be no soft, lazy kiss. I’ll fucking consume you. No lie, baby, I will take and take and take. Feast and mark and fuck. I’ll make you come as many times as I want. I won’t stop until I’ve had enough. You’ll feel utterly wrecked by the time I’m done. There won’t be a single thought left in your head, because I’ll have thoroughly fucked every corner of it.”
Chapter Fourteen
Well, that promise sure pushed all sorts of sexual levers. She felt an aroused flush sweep up her neck and face. Unsurprising. Her hormones were having a meltdown.
If any other male had given her those words, Wynter would have thought he was all talk. But Cain could be super intense at times. Which didn’t translate into her getting a rough fuck. No, he subjected her to what could only be described as pure sexual torment. He did take and take. He would tease and rut and draw it all out. He’d alternate between denying her orgasms and forcing her into orgasms, essentially taking full control of her pleasure.
Although there were moments when it felt like sheer hell, there were also moments when she came so hard that the orgasms all but flattened her; they felt as much of a mental release as a physical one. She was rather fond of those orgasms. Hence the anticipation now swirling in her belly.
“It’s not as if you haven’t used me like that before. I’m not seeing the problem.” Damn if her voice didn’t break.
No satisfaction rippled across his face. Only an irritation that made his nostrils flare. “The problem is that I won’t be the only one who fucks you. My creature will rise. It will bite you. That’s all it can think about.”
Wynter tensed.
“Seven hours we were without you. We had no clue where you were. We only knew you were alive because we can touch your soul. But we had no way of getting to you. We were fucking stuck here.”
Her chest ached at the torture and helplessness that gleamed in his eyes and left a jagged edge to his voice.
“My monster was a mess the whole time. I was no better. And though you’re back and it can see that you’re fine, it mentally still isn’t in a good place. Neither am I, so I don’t have enough control to firmly subdue it right now. It knows that; it would take advantage. It wants to lay claim to you in the only way that it can. You need to give me some physical space.”
Maybe. But she didn’t want to. Not simply because his sexual warning sounded rather intriguing, but because he needed a little comfort. She had no way to give it to him unless she touched him. “Would it hurt? The bite?”
His pupils dilated, and he took in a long breath . . . as if just having the conversation was too much for his libido at present. “Wynter.” It was a warning, pure and simple.
“You can at least tell me if I need to brace myself for pain.”
He studied her expression. “You’d let my monster bite you?”
Well, it would take three bites to perform the binding, so one little bite here and now wouldn’t do any harm. Although . . . “Not if it’s gonna take a chunk out of me. Is that what it would do?”
“No. It wouldn’t purposely hurt you, but it wouldn’t be careful with you. There wouldn’t be anything gentle about how it touched or fucked you.”