Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Finally, his lips part, and he shares his voice with me for the first time. “Sara, that was beautiful. You’re an amazing singer.” His voice is like warm hot fudge. It drizzles down my body, enveloping me in a lusty fog.
How does he know my name, especially my real name? I’ve hated that name for years, but he makes it sound sensual. Somehow I don’t mind it coming from him. Still, I correct him. “I go by Simone.”
“Mmm.” He slides his enormous hands up my legs again, reaching higher this time. His fingers tease the skin along the backs of my thighs and between them. His hands are so huge, and my legs are so skinny that he can circle my thighs with them.
I feel tiny next to him. I’m not scared, though. He would never hurt me. He won’t let anyone else hurt me either. I know these truths instinctively.
I’m breathing heavily, partly from the set I just did but mostly because this interaction is so intense. He’s sucking me into his soul. Claiming me with his eyes, his hands, even his scent. It’s potent, powerful, and overwhelming.
I should be scared out of my mind. Part of me is. A fraction of me is shouting inside my head to turn and run. This man will consume me. I will never be an individual again. I’m his now, and I’m powerless to stop it. I don’t even want to.
His fingers graze my inner thighs, inches from my pussy. Casually. I’m trembling with need. My panties are soaked. I want him to push my skirt up, tug my panties to the side, and press his face against my pussy.
I don’t even care that hundreds of people are watching us. I feel them without looking. After all, I’m on the stage above them. Anyone close enough can probably see up my skirt. The only person who can’t is this giant Eleadian man who is claiming me because he’s too tall to see up my skirt.
Releasing my thighs, he grabs my waist and lifts me off the stage as though I weigh only a few pounds. I suppose to him I do. Instead of standing me on my feet, he plasters me against him, chest to chest, anchoring me so we’re face to face.
My feet are dangling, and he tucks a hand under my butt to support me. Our lips are an inch apart. We stare at each other, neither saying a word.
His other hand slides up to the back of my neck. “You’re mine, Sara.” His words are soft and forceful at the same time.
I shudder in his arms. I’m his. I know this. I’m struggling to process it. My brain is currently scrambled.
I set my hands on his shoulders and absorb his strength. The man is rock solid. Even his neck is hard muscle as I slide my fingers up into the back of his hair with a familiarity I’ve never shared with anyone.
I don’t even know his name. He hasn’t offered it yet.
I feel incredibly small. I am small, but he’s making me seem significantly smaller.
My heart is racing, and I lower my gaze to his lips. I want to kiss him. No, I want him to kiss me. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I’m not sure I’ve ever really truly wanted a man to kiss me before.
The guys I’ve dated never made me feel like I feel right now. None of them. I’ve never felt drawn to them, consumed, needy. I kissed them because it seemed like the thing to do. Sometimes I slept with them for the same reason. Nothing special ever happened. Stars didn’t sparkle in the corners of my vision.
All of that is happening with this man, and I don’t even know him.
“Are you going to kiss me?” I boldly ask in a voice I hardly recognize.
“I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you, Little one, upstairs, though. Not in front of everyone.” He glances over my shoulder and reaches out with the hand on my neck.
When I twist my head around, I see Zack squatted down on the edge of the stage. He has my bag, and he’s handing it to my nameless man. His brow is furrowed, but he’s also smirking. I told you so fills the air between us, unspoken.
I shrug. “Oops.”
Zack chuckles. “A lot of people are going to be disappointed when they find out they won’t ever get to hear you sing live again. You truly are spectacular.”
My face heats. “Thank you, Zack. That means a lot to me.” I’m clinging to my alien man, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. I want him to take me out of here.
“Have a wonderful life,” Zack says as he rises and backs away.
I turn my attention back to my alien as he shoulders my bag, plants his hand between my shoulder blades, and carries me toward a side door across the dance floor.