Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I slowly rest my scythe against the wall and suck in a sharp breath as I peel my hood back.
There’s no fear in her eyes, just wonder as she watches me.
“Now the rest of your cloak,” she says. “Take it off and join me.”
With my whole body boiling with desire, I reach for the cloak and take it off for the first time in one hundred and fifty years.
CHAPTER FIVE
Anna
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My breath quickens and my pulse races as he pulls back the hood, revealing his beautiful light gray eyes. Seeing them is always so staggering. They’re truly stunning. Shiny, bright, and full of desire.
I shift in the tub and swallow hard. He levels me with that intense seductive gaze as he reaches for his cloak.
Yes… Yes…
My body fills with heat. It swirls around my core and settles between my legs with a needy throb. I’m aching for this man. No, not a man… I’m not sure what he is, but all I know is that my body wants him. Desperately. And I do too.
He saved my life physically and some strong-willed voice inside is telling me he’ll save my life spiritually too.
This warm inviting feeling is what I’ve been looking for. This sensual loving feeling is what I’ve been waiting for. When I’m in his presence, it feels like my soul is wrapped in a warm blanket. Like it’s found its other half. My soul is leading the way and I guess I’m just along for the ride at this point.
As he peels back the cloak, I realize it’s going to be one hell of a fun ride.
Good lord!
Hot steamy aches of pleasure flood through my body as he drops the black cloak onto my bathroom floor. My legs open under the bubbles as my lustful eyes roam over his large muscular (and completely naked) frame.
His skin is dark gray, but other than that he looks perfectly human. His big broad shoulders are masterfully rounded and look so incredibly strong. My fingertips tingle as I imagine what it would feel like to run my hands over them and continue down along his powerful jacked arms.
I trail a finger along my neck and down my chest as my eyes slide over his flawlessly shredded body. He’s so fucking hot. I can’t… stop… staring…
That chest… thick and powerful. Those abs… tight and clenching with every small movement he makes. It’s a six-pack that belongs on the cover of a romance novel.
But what keeps stealing and gripping my attention is his bottom half. Above those sturdy muscular thighs is a long thick solid cock. It’s standing straight up and looks unbelievably tempting. I lick my lips as my eyes linger on it, taking in every inch of his stiff veined shaft. His powerful round head has my mouth watering and those huge balls hanging below look so full, so masculine, so ready to unload.
My whole body aches as I stare at it in awe. It’s the first one I’ve seen in the flesh and I already know I don’t need to see any others. All I want is him. Forever, I want him.
I have to forcefully tear my eyes away from it to look back up at him. There’s a hot inviting look on his face. He’s so gorgeous. I can’t get enough of him.
His sexy eyes are full of territorial possession as he looks me over. I’m suddenly wishing I didn’t put any bubbles in the bath. I want him to see me like I’m seeing him.
My slutty little eyes drop back down to his concrete shaft—I can’t help it—and a heavy moan tumbles out of my parted lips.
I’m beginning to feel starved for him. I’m aching all over. My body begins to tremble with desire with every passing moment that I’m not in his arms.
“The water is warm,” I say as I sit up and make room for him. “Want to come and join me?”
As I sit up, the bubbles slide down my chest and my nipples become visible. Those sexy gray eyes drink my breasts in with a ravenous look.
My heart pounds as he steps into the tub. Every muscle clenches, tightens, and ripples as he sinks into the water and the stunning sight has my pussy throbbing with need.
We gaze into each other’s eyes for a long moment. It’s not awkward or uncomfortable. It’s comforting and safe. It’s a warm safe space where the person in front of me finally understands me. Finally sees me.
I don’t know why I feel like that, but I do.
“What’s your name?” I ask in a voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m called Grim,” he says in that deep throaty voice that sends tingles shooting through me. I love the sound of it. It’s the auditory equivalent of eating melted chocolate or smelling freshly baked cookies.