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)
I gasp, and my fingers still in his hair. I should chastise him for saying such things, but the excitement they awaken in me is so visceral I’m embarrassed. I’ve been taught that only the powerful deserve respect, yet here I am, aroused by him talking to me so crudely.
“I probably shouldn’t allow it…” I say and bite my lip.
“Not allow what?” Hawk whispers, rising to his knees. He grabs my legs and pulls on them, and then I’m on my back, staring at the paint cracking on the ceiling above. A wave of intense heat stabs between my legs when Hawk spreads my thighs with a raspy laugh.
“This,” I whisper, placing my hands on his shoulders. “I shouldn’t allow this. You on top of me. A human prisoner on the run. And here I am, a prince, spreading my legs for you.”
My breath becomes shallow, and I can’t get enough of him. He is so handsome with those green eyes and cocky smile. When he takes over control, I’m nervous, guilty, but oh so relieved. We’re entering dangerous territory with this game of words, but it’s too tempting. Like a delicious scent I follow without knowing what awaits me when I find its origin. A beautiful rose bush, or a venomous snake hiding within it?
Hawk lowers his hips to mine. I gasp when our manhoods touch, and slide my arms around his neck, overcome by need unlike anything I ever felt. The way he pursues me and takes the reins is the most powerful of aphrodisiacs, and as heat courses through my body, we start grinding against one another.
His teeth glint when he smiles. “But it feels so good. I bet you’re just embarrassed that someone might know, but behind closed doors, you would get on your knees and service me every time I asked.”
I shiver, but he’s not done explaining what he means and slides two fingers in my mouth, stroking my tongue and pressing down on it with a soft sigh.
“Just like you swallowed it all last night. I can’t wait to pop your cherry and use your ass too.”
Fuck. I want it. At this point, I won’t be stopping him but myself. I moan and suck his fingers, shamelessly rocking my hips. My cock presses against his through our clothes, and all I can think of is what it would be like for that thick tool to thrust into me.
When he nips my neck, I moan louder and grab his wide shoulders, because it makes me feel as though he is feral, and I have to tame him.
“You know it’s true. You want to be taken like I’m the prince, and you’re my concubine,” Hawk whispers, rolling his tongue against my flesh. As his skin warms, the scent clinging to it, fresh yet earthy, intensifies, and I realize that this must be what a predator smells like when it’s about to mate.
He slides his fingers out of my mouth to untangle my bow and reveal the shallow collar around my neck. I’m panting, rocking against him, becoming a mindless animal with his body on top of mine. I’ve never been this aroused before. Sure, I’ve experienced attraction, but Hawk makes me forget who I am so that I can become flesh led by instincts.
“I did trade my body after all. It will be yours to do with as you please.”
A shiver goes down my spine when I think of it. Of him deciding he wants me during a ball, taking me behind a thick curtain to quickly satisfy his needs, then leaving me dripping with his cum.
It’s so lewd.
So undignified and unworthy of the last drop of Goldweed blood.
But as I imagine him taking me in rough thrusts, a virile animal in need of breeding his partner, my hole spasms, and I wrap my legs around him. Pulled by an unstoppable impulse, I kiss his lips, and he cradles me with those big arms.
“Ohh fuck… you know exactly what to tell me,” he whispers and squeezes my sensitive nipple. “I will make it my job to never leave you unsatisfied.”
“Ah… you’re so… heavy. I love it,” I mumble, rubbing myself against his thigh in a motion that might be enough to make me come soon. I slide my hand between us with a gasp and cup his crotch, frantic with the excitement of having access to a man like him.
And it’s not just about how attractive he is. Hawk makes me feel safe to express my needs, even when they’re embarrassing.
I whine in protest when Hawk pulls away, and even try to drag him right back, but when he unzips my jeans, I understand what he wants and help him drag the pants off. They keep hanging on to one of my feet, but the fabric is no longer in the way as Hawk shoves his own bottoms halfway down, revealing his amazing dick. He spits on his hand, rubs the saliva over his cock, and then pulls both my legs to his shoulder. In this position, they’re squeezed together, but I only understand his purpose when his hot shaft prods the backs of my thighs.