Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“I’ll warm you up,” I tell her. I pull her closer and put my arms around her, surrounding her small, curvy body with my own. “There, isn’t that better?” I murmur in her ear.
I feel her shiver and I don’t think it’s because she’s cold anymore. Her sweet scent gets stronger—oh yes, she’s warming up all right and not just in the temperature sense.
Thinking of that makes my throat ache with thirst. Before I bit her the other night, I hadn’t had blood in almost a year. Because that fucking bastard, her brother, wasn’t about to send me a woman to drink from. That means my Drake is still depleted—I need to build him up again. Even summoning him enough to light the fire tonight was an effort. I need to be at peak strength before we enter Thornmere.
“You know, Princess, I’m getting awfully thirsty,” I tell her.
A little shiver runs through her and a touch of panic spikes the scent of her desire.
“Must you drink from me every night?” she asks in a small voice.
“Every night,” I assure her. “But it doesn’t have to hurt like it did last night—I was too thirsty to be careful with you. Tonight, I’ll make it easier…less painful,” I promise.
“It…it didn’t hurt that much.” She shifts in my lap and her soft, round bottom rubs against my aching cock. Gods, I love a woman with curves!
“Don’t try to be brave about it,” I tell her. “I know it’s painful when I bite you—I’ll try to make it easier tonight.”
“All right.” She straightens her spine and turns her head around to look at me. “Let’s get it over with then.”
“Oh, no, Princess,” I murmur. “Have you forgotten? First, I need to heat you up a little—cold blood is no good to me.”
“My blood isn’t cold!” she protests, wiggling in a most distracting way.
“You know what I mean. I’m not talking about the temperature of your blood—it’s your desire I need. You have to be hot before I drink from you.”
I pull the long, silky hair away from the side of her neck and allow my fangs to come out. I kiss the vulnerable skin just under her ear, letting her feel them prick her just a little.
She shivers and I smell the spike in her desire—oh yes, we’re getting there. But I don’t want to rush things…I like to savor this time before I bite. I want to drive her wild with need before I sink my fangs into her inner thigh.
“What…what are you doing?” she asks, when I slide my hands around to cup her full, heavy breasts. I love the way they fill my palms—love the fact that she’s got curves to spare.
“Just heating you up, Princess,” I tell her as I begin to tease her tight peaks with my thumbs.
Many males have the idea that you ought to just grab a woman’s nipples and start pulling or twisting, but that’s almost never what she wants. You need to take your time—tease her, caress her. Make her moan for you. And that’s exactly what I plan to do with my little Princess.
“You…you shouldn’t do that,” she pants, but she’s not trying to pull away. In fact, she arches her back, pushing her breasts further into my hands. I respond by tugging lightly on her tender tips. I pull the front of her shift down, baring her tits to the firelight.
“Oh!” she protests breathlessly. “Oh, you…you can’t!”
“Relax, sweetheart,” I murmur and kiss her neck again, which makes her moan softly. “I’m just warming you up.”
“But…but it makes me feel so…so strange when you do that,” she protests. “When you touch me.”
She squeezes her thighs together as she talks and I know exactly what she means.
“Is it making your soft little pussy wet?” I growl in her ear. “Is that the problem?”
“I…we don’t talk about things like that where I’m from,” she says primly.
“Well, maybe it’s time to start talking. Or maybe we can skip to something else.”
I pull up her shift and let my hand slip down to cup her soft little pussy through her thin silk panties.
“Oh!” She gives a little cry and nearly bolts out of my lap.
“Relax, sweetheart,” I say, tightening my grip on her. “I touched you here last night—remember?”
“Yes, but you shouldn’t have—I shouldn’t have let you!” she protests.
“I have to touch you in order to make you hot,” I murmur. I have a sudden inspiration. “Or, if you want, you can touch yourself.”
“Touch…touch myself?” She twists her head around to give me an incredulous look. It’s as though I suggested she fly to the moon. “I would never—” she begins.
“Don’t lie to me.” I let my voice drop to a growl. She’s not telling the truth—I can tell by her scent. “You know you touch yourself—you slip your hand into your panties and stroke your soft little pussy at night when nobody’s looking, don’t you?”