Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
In a matter of days her whole life had changed and after the things she now knew she knew she’d never be the same. The upcoming few days were lurking over them ominously. She had trouble shaking the anxiety. His transformation so far had been fascinating, too. He’d been so arrogant, cocky, and entitled that first night and then turned into some sort of romantic. He was still authoritative and confident but the edges had softened a bit and she could feel something different when he fed. The journey they were on, whatever this was, it was changing them both.
He woke up, was all over her, kissing her, rubbing her body up and down with his strong and powerful hands, gazing into her eyes sleepily, sexily.
“Good morning, princess.” He whispered into her ear. She smiled, feeling like her insides had melted at the name he kept using on her. Did the vampire prince know about her childhood fantasies about being a secret princess waiting to be rescued by her prince? Or did he just feel her swoon every time he called her that? His teeth pierced her throat. She froze at first, still not used to that happening so out of the blue but more than happy to let him do it. She rubbed her hands up and down his arms and enjoyed the hum through her veins. Calm washed over her and then joy spread through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and used them to pull him close.
He chuckled against her throat, “Quid pro quo, babe?”
She giggled, “Yes! I have an itch that needs to be scratched.”
He trailed kisses down toward her pelvis.
Never before would she have felt so brazen about sex. Sex was something she’d enjoyed, despite some bad early introductions to it. She hadn’t had any action in the last few years but before that, in her late teens and early 20’s, she did enjoy it but more bashfully, in the dark, under blankets --- not in the bright morning light uncovered and totally spread-eagled like this.
She angled herself so she could watch him go down on her. It was so sensual to watch, especially with the fact that he kept looking up and meeting her eyes with his while he was doing it, his eyelids fluttering or eyes rolling, showing how much he was enjoying her. She felt like she was a different person with him. Was this the blood bond that was changing her or was she just finding herself and becoming uninhibited because of how being with him made her feel? She arched her back as he tongued a loud orgasm out of her.
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The big table beside the pool was set for breakfast for 4. Tristan and Kyla joined Sam and Julia and food was being served by a middle-aged woman in a maid’s outfit. Joe was nowhere to be seen.
“Since when do you have a maid?” Kyla whispered to Tristan.
“Esther’s been my housekeeper for 10 years. I inherited her. She was away visiting a sick sister for a few weeks.”
“Is she a---”
He interrupted, “Functional trance. Shh.” He put his index fingertip to her lips. Kyla wondered what the heck that meant.
Julia was dressed in a red bikini with a white sheer swimming wrap that covered her bottom. Kyla realized after a moment that the suit Julia wore was bought for her and in the booty she’d put away the other day. She guessed Tristan had given Sam some clothes for Julia since she was staying the extra day. The bottoms fit but the bikini top was definitely too small. There was significant boobage overflow.
Underboob, side boob….too much boob for the breakfast table, for sure. Kyla was a little above average in the bust department but Julia was off the charts and they didn’t look remotely real. Sam was in swim shorts, showing off his very tattooed muscular body and they both had wet hair. Sam dug into the breakfast of French toast, ham, and eggs, like he was starved. Kyla studied Julia’s face. Other than the chest overload, she looked like an average girl having breakfast. She looked younger and more innocent today without all that make-up on her face.
“So, what do you do for a living, Julia?” Kyla asked as she poured a coffee.
“Hmmm?” She looked at Kyla with a dumbstruck look on her face.
“Do you have a job, go to school, or?”
“I dance.”
“Where?”
“Copper Railing.”
Obviously not at the local ballet company…
“And you just met Sam yesterday?” Kyla asked. She knew that peeler bar well. It was down the street from the bar she bartended at and she’d met a few girls who worked there through Daisy.
“Mmm hmmm. Dreamy.” She stared at Sam with doe eyes. He was unceremoniously shoveling too-big of a bite of French toast into his mouth. He smirked at Kyla and took a sip of his coffee.