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)
“Are you… religious?” I ask, as based on my conversations with Mrs. Moor, the subject of belief can be a tricky one.
Hawk snorts as he stops the car in the dense shadow of a massive tree that will soon start poking its branches through the top windows of the abandoned church. “We did have a tree for Christmas, and Grandma made us wear cross necklaces, but honestly, if there’s no belief attached to it, that’s more like carrying an amulet for luck, isn’t it?” he asks and gets out of the vehicle.
I nod and follow him out. I clear my throat and give him my jar, in an attempt to follow through on my words and ask for help. “Would you be so kind as to open it for me?” It’s very different from handing something to a servant, often even without a word, as helping is what they are there for. This is like asking an equal, which means admitting I am in fact incapable of doing something myself. Showing such vulnerability isn’t something I’m used to, nor have been taught to do, but Hawk seems happy when he unscrews the lid and offers me the pretzels.
“We can wait out the worst of the sun here. This place has been abandoned for years, so I doubt anyone will come around, other than maybe kids trying to drink or fuck in peace,” he says and grabs a blanket from the trunk along with a bag of shopping. He approaches the door of the church as I put one crunchy snack in my mouth.
I’m so unused to someone wanting to do nice things for me.
“I need to change out of this,” I take off the flowery top that didn’t help against the sun at all. “I am done being something I’m not.”
Hawk smirks and whistles at my half-naked body. For once, I’m not self-conscious. He’s seen me and told me how much he likes every bit of me. I might not be convinced, but he is and that’s what matters. Just like he might not appreciate how incredible his shadow is. Even now, it seems to yearn for me, reaching out with helpless tendrils.
Not long, my love, not long.
As I pull out a silky, midnight blue shirt out of my trunk, I feel his eyes on me, and I do not resent it. In fact, I may have arched my ass up a bit higher for his viewing pleasure. He sighs, and I can hear him shifting, as if he can’t make up his mind whether he should be a good boy or go with his gut.
“In an ideal world, I’d push you against this car, pull down those pants and rim you until you’re nice and relaxed. And then—”
A flush hits my cheeks, but I’m starting to feel more confident in these matters. I smirk as I crawl back out and put on the shirt. “And then what?” I tease, meeting his gaze head-on even though I am covering my body, not offering it.
In this heat, I won’t wear a tight vest or jacket over the shirt, the way I usually like to, but I still tie the fabric at the collar into a delicate bow around my neck.
He swallows, following my movements with his gaze. I might be inexperienced in the ways of romance, but seeing him this taken with me is awakening new doors, to rooms I didn’t know existed.
“And then, I would slowly, gently drill you open with my cock and make you beg me to never stop,” he tells me in a dark voice that has my balls tingling.
I extend my wrists to him in a silent request for him to close the skull-shaped clasps on there. “And yet, you have to wait.” It’s much easier to be so cool and collected before we’re actually touching, because last night, the sexual frenzy overpowered me completely. When he crawled on top of me, spread my legs, lifted my shirt… I was his in an instant.
His fingers are thick, so he struggles with the small fastening, but I give him time, and when he succeeds, he offers me a triumphant smile.
“Good things come to those who wait, they say. But I hope we won’t need to wait too long, because I might just go crazy,” he tells me, massaging my hands.
“I intend for you to be my Dark Companion by the next full moon,” I whisper and pull him down for a little kiss. It’s for the better that he’s a killer. He will fit into my world with more ease. I turn to the church. “We can enter? It’s not someone’s property?” I ask, but I get my answer when Hawk grins at me then slams his boot against the rotting door several times.
Finally, the door swings open, inviting us into the embrace of shadows.