Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
My hands drift to his shoulders, because trying to hide how hard I am is pointless. He knows. He was watching.
I smell his hair from up close, and there’s more of that vaguely floral scent that is giving me a natural high. My heart beats like mad, and I languidly rub my foot over his leather-clad calf.
He grabs my thigh to pull my knee up and slides his free arm under my back, bringing me closer to his warm body, as if he didn’t consider I might resist it.
“You’re like the depths of the sea,” Kyranis whispers, trailing needy kisses down my cheek. “So much to offer. So much beauty.”
My heart skips a beat, surprising even me with just how much I like hearing that. Sure, I’ve gotten compliments over the years, but they were never this… romantic. A part of me wants to scoff, put up my walls and dismiss his words as empty, if charming, flattery. But the other part of me wants to drink it up and let him in.
This could be a trick to make me more compliant tomorrow, yet it’s difficult to think logically with my leg wrapped over his hip and my cockhead rubbing against his leathers.
With a gasp, I let one of my hands slide down, and into the opening of his ripped vest. Jesus Christ. He’s rock-solid muscle.
“You couldn’t help yourself?” I whisper, daring to look into his eyes from up close, and as he cups my face with both hands, his smoky gaze darkens like the sky before a storm.
“I don’t want to. Since I first saw you in that ugly hat, I knew I wanted to see you naked and make sure everyone knows you belong to me. Only me,” Kyranis whispers, his gaze so intense I feel lightheaded.
And then, his mouth is on mine in an oddly chaste open-mouthed kiss.
I’ve been avoiding relationships like the plague, never willing to let my guard down, so it’s not like I’m losing my mind for Kyranis, the Prince of the Nocturne Court. But whose heart wouldn’t beat faster in the face of such declarations? I can imagine him fucking me in a back alley behind BBB, just so all my coworkers know who I belong to.
Toxic? Maybe.
Creepy vibes? Check.
Stalker? Definitely.
And yet I lean into the kiss of his soft lips. I run my fingertips over the smooth golden tattoo and squeeze Kyranis’s meaty pec. The strap holding together his ripped vest got lost somewhere, and I’m glad for it, because he is a work of art. As I wrap my other arm around his nape, pulling him closer, I let my tongue dart out in invitation.
As I flick it across his lips, he lets out a soft grunt before lapping at my tongue. His body, which so far had felt so solid, trembles in my arms, and he squeezes me closer, as if he can’t bear any space between our bodies.
“You’re so perfect,” Kyranis mumbles, and as his tongue dives between my lips, I taste the heat of his desire for me.
And I can definitely feel it too when he presses his stiff dick against mine through the leather. I can’t sense the shadowy eels moving, but I’m sure they’re there, each taken from a person he killed. I’m so in over my head, yet I kiss him back with eagerness.
I want to hear I’m perfect. No one’s ever thought that way about me.
His tongue is shy, but no less eager than mine. I start rocking my hips against him, because there’s no room for propriety between us, just the pure need to connect. Kyranis’s mouth tastes sweet as he becomes more confident, the tip of his tongue playfully sliding over my palate and sending a shiver to my balls.
Restless as if this were the first time he was allowed to touch another person, he squeezes my flesh too roughly, no doubt leaving red marks on my back, sides, arms, and thighs. There’s an urgency to it I’ve never experienced, and while most of his skin is covered by the fancy leather costume, I love that he can’t be bothered to undress, too eager to touch me to waste time on such trivial things.
He gets more confident in his kisses, rolling his hips between my legs while our tongues join in a breathless dance. I have never felt so wanted.
I let my fingers explore the washboard abs and groan in pleasure when they tense under my touch. He drinks the sound right off my lips and makes the most adorable little whimper.
What. The. Hell.
I love it.
It makes me want to touch him all over, as if he were a puppy in need of cuddles. But also, like a man who I really want to fuck me. I can think about the consequences tomorrow.