Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
He runs his large hand down my stomach. Little bursts of goosebumps erupt across my skin as his fingers curl between my legs in a tight grip of possession. I am ultimately vulnerable, and as my life force seeps out of me, his fingers slide inside me.
I feel my pussy stretching as Emrys, perhaps the universe’s ultimate royal predator, begins to toy with me. His touch is surprisingly tender, given how contentious our every other interaction has been. He could rip me apart if he wanted, but he is careful to stretch and claim only as deeply as I can take. He is careful with what he owns, and I am something he owns.
Pleasure sweeps through me, unfettered in a way it never has been before. Usually, no matter how hot an encounter, there are always blockages inside me, little thoughts that get in the way, distractions, reactions to sensations that don’t quite work. I can’t help them, no matter how much I want to be in the moment. Emrys claims the moment just as he claims me. He takes everything about me and he makes it his own. His fingers push deeper inside me, thrusting against my drenched walls as my body produces traitorous lubricant to further enable his conquest.
This lock we are in, his fangs in my neck, his fingers inside me, it is barely sex. It is the clinch of teenage lovers, but as his hair falls over my face in a dark curtain that shuts out every ray of light in the room besides the bright red gaze that truly illuminates the shadows, I feel as though I have already been ravaged on a soul level. I cannot imagine what it will be like when he completes his conquest.
His fangs leave me, and he speaks.
“This is how you need to be. Drained. Quiet. Calm. Obedient.”
I look up into his hauntingly beautiful face. My hatred has left me. I’m not capable of it anymore. All I am capable of is submission.
“You think you are feeling this way because of blood loss? No. I barely took a tablespoon. What you are feeling is the proper response to finding your true master and proper owner.”
I am limp, helpless, and weak. More than that. I am deeply aroused. I feel submission deep in my core in a way I did not know I was capable of feeling it. There’s something about Emrys that absolutely overrides all my inner drives for rebellion — at least for the length of time I am in his grasp.
“Finally, you understand what you would have understood instantly if you had not given me so much trouble in finding you,” he says. It feels as though he is reading my mind, though he may very well only be reading my body language.
“I was afraid.”
“You? Afraid? What do you have to be afraid of?”
I look into his eternal eyes and see a little mocking light in them. He regards me as if I am as much of a monster as he is, though that makes no sense. He knows I am small, and weak, and human. He knows what power he has over me, and how vulnerable I am to all those who pursue me.
“Everything,” I say. “There’s a whole universe of people and things trying to get me.”
“You are very dangerous in your own right,” Emrys says, his fingers curling around my throat, putting just enough pressure in place to make me feel the power of his grasp.
“I am not dangerous.”
“Of course you are. You killed a mate of yours, my little black widow. The first of us you made love to, you destroyed.”
“Raz didn’t make it?”
“Nobody ‘makes’ being sucked out of an airlock.”
“But you could have saved him. Could have transported him out of the airlock before…”
Emrys chuckles, his long pale fingers playing with a ringlet of my hair. “Why would I do that when it was so much easier to let the darkness inside you flower, to make you as guilty as your conscience required? You are a dangerous woman, a nameless woman. You are a woman with no hearth, no home, and no heart.”
I look into his eyes, and I see him looking into me as he speaks.
He knows me in some way. He understands the hollowness inside me. There are places inside me that should be full of family and home, but they stand empty. They always have been.
He leans in, and when he speaks again his voice comes in a purr that resonates through my hollow core.
“I see a woman without a name.”
I shiver in his grasp. They have all assumed that I am lying about my name. Emrys is the only one to guess that I don’t have a name at all. Guess is the wrong word, though. Somehow, he knows.