Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Can I complain about loneliness when I am lonely in such luxury?
I try not to think about it, returning to the peace of my book.
I have managed to sink into the story when there are footsteps at my bed chamber door.
It’s him. My body heats instantly. I know it is. The moment he walks through the door, the room fills with his masculine presence.
I do not turn my head toward the door, but I put a finger in my book and close it, my breath coming faster. As I decide what to say, the silence isn’t comfortable. It’s not entirely uncomfortable either.
“How are you this morning?” I ask the beast, bracing myself to hear only silence. Maybe he will not want to tell me.
“I am well,” he answers, a slight tension in his voice, but no outright unhappiness that I can hear. I want to ask him, are you happy? I want to say is this what you were hoping for when you took me? But the words refuse to leave my throat.
I open the book, make a mental note of the page number, and set it aside on the table.
“Will you ever let me see you?” I keep my voice soft, but my chest aches. I don’t want to challenge him. I simply want to know.
This time, there is much more tension in the room and the silence before he speaks is longer.
“Do you have your blindfold with you?”
“Yes,” I say, exhaling.
“Put it on.”
I get it out of my pocket and tie it around my eyes with shaking fingers. Then I sit up straight and fold my hands in my lap. He has not said to get up, so I don’t.
The beast’s footsteps get closer. I listen intently for each one, my heart beating harder as he crosses the room to me. Then his large hands—they feel so human and strong—are on my face, tilting my head.
His mouth crashes against mine as if he spent all night thinking of this and couldn’t wait another second. Was this the tension I heard in his voice? The kiss feels needy. The beast wanted someone, and the person he wanted was me.
The lust and headiness is as unexpected as it is divine.
I open my mouth and let him kiss me even deeper as he slips a hand under the hem of my dress and finds my warmth between my legs, pushing aside my underthings to stroke me, and I cannot resist the sounds of pleasure that slip from my lips. My core heats and desire spreads over every inch of my skin with a vengeance.
The beast kisses me until I’m dizzy with the sensation, and then he pulls me upright and turns me around, guiding me back to my knees onto the chair. Both his hands move to my hips, and he tugs down my underthings, pulling them all the way off over my ankles, and then he braces my hands on the tall back of the chair. I feel small in it, almost like prey caught by a predator, and then the beast kisses the side of my neck and lets out a low sound.
I love this. I love what he does to me.
“Yes.” I breathe, not knowing what I’m answering. I fall into his presence even faster than I would fall into a story. He is hard behind me, and there is the sound of cloth as he undoes his trousers and takes himself out.
The beast turns my head to the side and kisses my mouth hungrily again, and I kiss him back. One of his hands moves to my hip and tugs them backward until I am in the position he wants.
“Please,” I beg him. For more. I need more of him.
And then his length is pressing against my opening, hard and hot, as if he owns me. I accept with a moan. It is the utmost pleasure to be filled by him. My body melts around the beast as he begins to fuck me with deep strokes.
My hands grip the edge of the chair. Holding on for dear life.
I would let him fuck me forever if his mouth moved between my mouth and my neck the way he’s doing now, growling against my skin and licking and sucking and tasting. He can take me whenever he desires.
If he would only keep doing that, I would ask him to stay in my bed through the night. I would keep the blindfold on all night, sleeping in it, if that's what he needed.
I do not realize I’ve said any of those thoughts out loud until the beast releases a growl that sounds as if he is pained by hearing me say it. I think it’s a warning, too, so I hush, but my silence is quickly broken by another moan as he finds my clit with his fingers and rubs, working me to a fast, hot orgasm.