Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
He took his other hand, stroked my cheek, and then combed through my locs.
His eyes met mine, and I stopped breathing for a few seconds, paralyzed by his gaze.
This is better…I think.
Azar shifted his focus to my firm nipples as they poked out in his direction, begging him to lick them.
His voice came out low and unsteady. “Open your legs.”
His fingers shook as they tightened around my neck.
“No.” I had to get the upper hand. He already had too much control.
A soft rumble emitted from his throat. He looked away for a few seconds as if attempting to calm himself and then gazed back at me. “Please.”
“No.” Shaking my head, I placed my hands on his chest. His heart banged against my fingers. Heat radiated from his satin skin.
Such a perfect piece of art.
I slid my hands over his pecs and raked his chest with my nails.
He shuddered. His eyelids lazily drooped.
I smiled, enjoying his reaction and pinched his taut nipples. “You like that?”
He flashed me a sensual grin.
Okay. This is good.
I gulped some air and considered the different ways I could get my fangs into his flesh.
“You aren’t as sweet and innocent as I thought.” He licked his lips.
“No. I’m not.” I glided my hands toward the layers of muscle on his stomach and stopped at the edge of his leather pants.
A growl erupted from his chest.
“Let’s go in the back where it’s private.” I opened his pants. “I know you’re cloaking us, but I’d rather be away from here where I can focus only on you.”
“Really?” His lips formed into a wicked smirk.
“Definitely.” I lowered the zipper.
“You’ll have a better job of convincing me with my cock in your hand.” He moved in a little bit closer, but still maintained three inches of space between us.
Can I bite him fast enough from here?
I doubted it, and plunged my hands into his pants. The leather yielded over my hands. His stiff rod was enormous, making my hands seem tiny next to it. I wrapped my fingers around him and yearned to experience Azar driving all of this inside of me.
Oh, the pleasure that would come as I watched it disappear between my moist folds.
Fatou!
I blinked to regain focus and swayed a little.
Smirking, Azar steadied me with his other hand. “Are you okay?”
I exhaled and admitted, “I wasn’t expecting your cock to be so big.”
A rumble sounded from his chest as our eyes met.
I’ll just touch him for a moment and then I’ll bite. . .that’s it. . .
My fingers slowly wandered up his stiff column.
He shivered.
I tightened my grip, letting it travel up and down with smooth strokes and enjoying the fact that his pleasure was at my command.
“I’d like to take you right here.” He narrowed those eyes at me. Determination marred his face.
“Really?” Smiling, I guided my tongue along the top of my lip at a slow pace that made him fix his view to my mouth.
Hot drops of venom dripped out of my aching fangs and hit my tongue.
Oh no. My fangs are out.
I quickly shut my mouth, praying he didn’t see the fangs.
Azar eyed me. “What else can you do with your tongue?”
“You’ll see when we go in the back.” Grinning, I pulled his cock toward me, running my palm over his head and clasping my fingers around his shaft. It was so fat. It pulsed, coming alive within my hands. That urge to abandon my mission and climb on top of him returned, surging within me.
“Your hands are so soft.” He closed his eyes, tightening his own hand around my neck.
I got you, Azar.
Increasing my rhythm, I worked his cock with my hands, journeying up to his head’s sensitive ridges and down to the cushioned feel of his balls as they slapped against my skin.
He bit his bottom lip and moved to my tempo, increasing the pace.
A low moan escaped his lips, and I drowned in a lust-filled hunger as if I’d never been touched in all my life.
I knew my panties had to be soaked. I squashed my thighs together, hoping the pressure would relieve my desire and continued to stroke him as he moved in closer.
I can bite him now.
I leaned toward him.
Fast, he stopped and pushed me back.
“You’re good.” He gripped my neck harder and opened his eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“You would have had me, hunter. If I didn’t know who you were.”
I froze.
He knew the whole time?
Chapter 1
Incubus Hunter
Fatou
Azar licked his lips and kept me pressed into the wall, imprisoning me with his hand on my neck that was now hard as steel.
I sneered. “Let me go.”
“Your reputation precedes you, Fatou.” He put his cock back in his pants with his other hand. “Everyone is talking about the incubus hunter with the silver dreadlocks and violet eyes.”
“Oh really? Then, you should be careful.”