Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Standing here now with her ice blonde hair hanging in a mess around her shoulders, perfect doesn’t come close. Her haunting, sky blue eyes are unlike anything I’ve seen before, and it feels like her gaze is piercing straight through my waking heart.
There’s only dim light coming from the sky now, the sun only a shred of orange banding low in the trees, and the breeze is blowing her hair across her perfect face as her hands come up to fuss with the errant strands and secure them behind her sweet ears.
She licks her flawless, deep pink lips, and each breath is a struggle as I imagine what her mouth will taste like. Sugar, honey, cherries...and every sweet and perfect thing in this world.
We stand there for a long moment, assessing each other, the memory of her pointing the rifle at my face edges the corners of my lips upward and I see her narrow her eyes.
“Something funny?” There’s a hint of fear in her face, but she’s brave too, and that combined with her tiny stature, sweet round cheeks, ‘End of Days’ t-shirt and pink combat-style boots, I’ve never seen anything like her.
“No.” I can’t help but close the small space between us, reach down and touch her shoulder, then run my rough fingertips down her arm until I reach her hand, toying with her fingers, lost in the sensation of her soft skin.
She looks down where we are connected, then up at my face, and I wonder if she sees a monster like most do. I’m not conventionally handsome by any stretch and I never much cared. I just don’t want her to be scared. Or repulsed, because that could sure put a damper on what I have planned for her.
For us.
When her eyes fall away, a chill shakes me and I feel a loss until she looks upward again, her wild eyes on mine, eyelashes fluttering. Her face is as perfect as a porcelain doll, round and innocent, and the contrast with her baggy jeans, womanly curves and windblown hair, fresh face with no pretense, only hardens my cock more and makes my pulse race and throb in my temples.
The uncertainty in her eyes is mixed with curiosity, and my need to possess her is taking over as I struggle to keep my shaking hands from reaching out to rip the clothes from her body. A low growl spills from my lips as I think about lifting her back up, only this time, mounting her on my shoulders with her pussy firmly attached to my watering mouth.
I’ve never felt settled. There’s no trauma in my upbringing, but I’ve battled my own demons, nonetheless. A constant sense of tension I could never quite quell.
But her eyes, her being, brings me a peace I didn’t know I was seeking. Until right now.
In contrast, she’s released a beast inside of me. Her innocence is my muse. Her flesh is my canvas, where I will show the world she is possessed by me. Red and purple marks from teeth and fingertips, clutching around her neck...the thoughts make me feel drunk and I fear what will happen when the time comes for me to take what is mine.
“What’s your name?” She cuts into my thoughts, making me draw a painful breath. Even her voice is perfect, soft yet fierce, and its vibrations rattle me to my core.
“Mathias Rogers,” I answer, dropping my hand again to hers, only this time interlacing our fingers as heat encases me and my balls grow heavy with what I intend to give her. “What is your name?”
My hands tingle as her soft skin warms my fingers. Her eyes flicker as she looks up at me, her pouty pink lips parting as she answers.
“Astrid.” The sound of her name sets off some music inside of me, and as she looks up, head back, she is more beautiful with every passing moment.
“Astrid what?”
“Edwards. Why? You gonna do a background check?” Her smart-ass answer has me envisioning turning that plump ass over my knee and giving it a few swats.
She shifts her weight and winces slightly on her right foot.
“You are hurt.” The words anger me. Having her in pain is unacceptable. I have no idea what I would do if someone made her cry.
The thought has me gritting my teeth, thinking of all the times I’ve split thousands of pieces of wood outside with my ax, knowing right now I would do the same to anyone’s head that would bring harm to her.
“No, just a little twisted I think.”
“You’ll stay here tonight, with me.” I nod toward the house. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I should probably fight you on that, but since the bear has taken up residence in my tent...” She twists her cherry lips to the side, raising one eyebrow. “I don’t have a lot of options.”