Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
When he gives me a shy smile, it’s like moonlight shining down on me. He is just that charming. So maybe I won’t get to fuck him deep and hard right now. That’s okay, I can live with that. And maybe I was supposed to enjoy his sexy peach tonight and move on, but I can stick around. He wants to go to Boston after all. If that grimsmith is a creep who put that weird collar on Sylvan as part of some BDSM game, I could help him deal with the bastard.
“It’s true. You deserve that. You deserve to know what will happen if you allow the bond.” He slides closer and slips his dainty hand to my cheek. I can’t help it. Whatever the bond is for him, I want it. I’ve always been a sucker for cute twinks, and he’s everything I could want, from his lovely feet to his hypnotic eyes like two blue crystals with whole galaxies in them.
“Are you like… very into marriage?” I try guessing as I slide my knee between his legs and move my hand under the thin nightshirt, exploring the smooth, nearly-hairless skin.
Now that I know I won't be fucking his ass tonight, my disappointment eases and I turn my mind to the other things we can do until then.
He smiles, and it fills me with unexpected relief. Only now I realize how much seeing him upset bothered me. “That’s not how I would call it. I want you to become my Dark Companion. And I’m happy to exchange my body for it. Your shadow is like nothing I’ve ever seen, and when I get the collar off and my powers are back, I will use a strand of my hair’s shadow and tie it to your darkness. That will be our promise.”
Is it kinda woo-woo? Yes. But does it make me feel all gooey inside to be chosen by this absolute stunner? Also yes.
And, besides, I’ve seen and heard stranger things than this. If a huge percent of the population can go around claiming the Earth is flat, what’s so weird about Sylvan easing his anxieties by reimagining himself as an elven prince? He must have been through a lot, poor guy.
I stroke his damp hair and wrap one hair around my finger. “Yeah? You need a strand of you inside me?” I ask, and when he nods, I pull on the hair without thinking, then roll it between my fingers, and stuff it in my mouth. When his eyes go wide, I smile and swallow, washing it down with some water from a cup on the nightstand. “There. My promise.”
Of what? I’m not sure yet. That I’ll take him to Boston? That I’ll beat the shit out of the bastard who collared him? That I’ll marry him in an ancient forest? That I’ll fuck his brains out when he’s ready? Works for me.
I’ve never been into the virginity thing, but it’s kinda hot to think I’ll be his first. You always remember your first.
“I can’t believe you did that.” Sylvan shakes his head, but he’s smiling, and my hands are back under his nightshirt.
“I might be a bit crazy for you already, my little prince,” I whisper, rolling on top of him and burying my face in his sweet, sweet neck. “How about we seal the deal, hm? You might not want my cock in your snug little hole yet, but do you want it in your pretty mouth?” I ask and curl my fingers around his dick. It’s on the small side, but fits his body perfectly. Easier to suck too. He’s hard for me already, and I love its curved shape in my hand.
Sylvan nods, sliding his warm hands up my back. I don’t have to know his whole life story to be at ease with him. It’s the way he looks at me, how he opens his legs for me, how he arches up for a kiss that make me feel desired.
“I don’t know how much of it will fit,” he whispers against my lips. “But I really want to… lick it. It has to be the most magnificent cock I’ve ever seen.” The scarlet is back on his cheeks as soon as he says that, and I can’t get enough of it. I need to fill his mouth, make him swallow, moan and whimper.
“I’ll ease you into it, baby. Trust me, your mouth was made for sucking cock,” I whisper and capture his lips in a kiss that has us both shivering by the time I pull away and meet his gaze.
He rocks against me, all delightful in his arousal. I must have been his first kiss as well. He’s twenty-five, needy, and full of pent-up sexual frustration I’m more than happy to ease. He’ll be sleeping like a baby after I’m done with him tonight.