Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Hexius touches my cheek. “You’re crying.”
I guess I was.
“Why, Samira?”
My tears fall faster upon hearing him say my name like I matter.
“Tell me why you’re crying.”
Because you don’t love me.
Chapter Ten
THE PAIN TEMPORARILY subsides as confusion surges when Hexius suddenly lifts me up in his arms.
“Where are you...” My voice trails off when the answer is made obvious as we enter the en-suite and he gently sets me down on the couch.
Oh my stars.
The bedroom they gave me last night was elegant and all, but this room’s en-suite, though?
It’s definitely one worthy of the Leopard King. The sheer size of it is just incredible, being twice as big as the apartment I share with Anastasia, while the floor-to-ceiling views...
Magic can only be at work here, since I’m pretty sure what I see outside isn’t AI but a glimpse of one of those “inner” worlds that I’ve heard being whispered about but never saw...until now.
Think rainbows turned into skies. Trees of every season all in one place. And oh, the shower—
I mean, flowers.
The flowers are pretty amazing, but right now, I suddenly can’t take my eyes off the shower area, which is also impossibly big (enough to fit an entire football squad!) and has multiple rainfall heads, steam jets, even a waterfall feature built on one side, and no, absolutely not. I am not thinking about sharing a shower with him there, really. The thought’s never even—oh.
The sound of running water makes me turn my gaze to him, and my cheeks blaze my heat when I see Hexius is waiting for the tub to fill. Like me, he hasn’t a stitch of clothing on. But unlike me, he doesn’t seem to mind at all. If anything, he moves through the space like he was born to be naked, every step radiating the kind of confidence that comes from never having been anything but utterly wanted.
I’m trying my best not to stare, but it’s impossible.
He moves like the leopard king that he is, his every move a portrait of grace, danger, and stealth molded into one being. His shoulders are impossibly broad, his chest hard and massive, and when he bends to adjust the water jets, my throat just turns dry at how the muscles of his back contract, and oh, let’s not even get started about the rest of him.
Stop ogling him, Sam!
I want to cover my eyes, but instead I find myself swallowing hard as I continue staring like I’m hypnotized. He’s just so perfectly big, so perfectly hard, and oh my goodness—
How many inches would that be, truly?
I honestly can’t wrap my mind around it. Did that really fit inside of me? He’s not even fully aroused and yet—
“You’re close to making me blush with how hard you’re staring.”
The mocking tone has me gasping, my cheeks burning like mad now as my eyes meet his amused gaze. How long has he known? How long has he been watching me watch him?
“I...I didn’t—I wasn’t—”
“We are mated, Samira.”
Oh my goodness, Hexius is actually purring, and the sound is to die for.
“Do you not know that means you own every part of me as I do yours?”
I...I have no words. Hexius is mine? Every part of him? Mine?
The concept is so overwhelming, so impossible to process, that I just sit there gaping at him like a fish while he watches me with those golden eyes that seem to see straight through to my soul.
“The water’s ready.”
He’s already crossed the room and scooped me off the couch before I even realize what he means to do. Preter speed will surely be the death of me, and oh!
Water spills over the tub as he lowers me first, and then he settles right behind me while I’m nestled between his powerful thighs. The heated water is like silk against my oversensitive skin, but it’s nothing compared to the feel of his hard body cradling mine. I can feel every inch of him pressed against my back, including the growing evidence of his desire.
I’m so dead.
“Relâche-toi,” he murmurs against my ear. “Let me take care of you.”
My toes curl as he starts soaping my body, his hands moving over my shoulders with reverent care—
So, so dead.
“You’re still thinking too hard,” Hexius purrs. “I can practically hear your mind racing.”
“Sorry, I just—” I break off when his hands slide down to cup my breasts, my body jerking as his thumbs brush across the hardened tips. “H-Hexius!”
“That’s better,” he says with dark satisfaction. “Stop thinking. Just feel.”
His hands are everywhere after that, sliding soap across my skin with movements that are half healing touch, half seduction. When he works his way down to my thighs, I can only arch back against him with a whimper as he spreads them gently open and his fingers find my swollen folds.
“Hexius...”
“Oui, ma belle?” The French endearment comes out rough, possessive. “Tell me what you want from me.”