Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Her expression is still pure evil, but I find I don’t mind at all. “You’re getting your way, Bram. Me in your bed. You can’t fuck me tonight, but other than that . . . what are you going to do to me?”
The question should feel almost vulnerable, but it comes out the same way everything does from Grace. Like a challenge.
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I hook my hands under her ass and lift her mostly out of the water. She’s not quite passive in my hold, not with that imperious look in her dark eyes, but she allows me to maneuver her. Likely because I’ve essentially made a seat for her with my hands. A throne, even. She certainly has the energy of a queen.
Now, finally, I can look at her to my heart’s delight.
She’s well-formed, my vicious human. Long and lean, with strong muscles that stand out as she shifts restlessly. And scars. I hadn’t noticed before when she was wearing the purple dress, and she was more effectively covered with the other dress, but my Grace has scars all over her body. Some are faint and silvery and nearly entirely faded. Some are recent enough to be pink against her fair skin.
I trace a large one on her thigh with my thumb. “What happened here?”
“The same thing that happened everywhere else.” She says it in a bored tone. Not even her energy shifts.
Again, I feel a kinship with this woman. I know that tone. I’ve used it myself many times when recounting what happened to my family. Sometimes it’s easier to cut out emotions entirely than to deal with them every time a subject comes up.
I don’t ask her again. Really, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t bargain for her history. I bargained for her in my bed. That will have to be enough.
She’ll take control of this situation in a heartbeat. I can already see the calculation on her face as she shifts, her skin slick against my palms where I hold her aloft. There’s a part of me that desperately wants to let her do it. The moment when she dug her fingers into my hair and held my knife to my throat . . .
I’ve never felt more at peace.
I crave a repeat experience more than I crave the feeling of the wind buoying me in the air. Which is why I can never let her know how much I want it. Grace is a predator through and through. She wants to leave, and if she thinks she can dominate her way into doing it, she won’t hesitate. I’m not certain how I’d respond to such a thing, so I can’t allow us to get there.
“Spread your thighs.”
She tightens her grip, one hand still in my hair. “I thought you wanted me in your bed.”
“Next time.” If I have her in my bed now, I’m not certain we won’t get carried away. Maybe that’s a foolish thing to worry about when we’ve kissed a single time, but the energy between us is a biting, feral thing. It feels like we’re a single action away from an explosion. I don’t know what will be left if that happens.
I’ll keep my word to her, even if she isn’t interested in giving me the same courtesy.
“Spread your legs, Grace. Give me your pussy.”
The pink in her energy creates a torrent around us so bright, I almost have to close my eyes. But I couldn’t even if I wanted to, not when she holds me captive in her gaze. I’m incapable of doing anything but remaining still as she slowly spreads her thighs before hooking her feet on the outside of my shoulders.
Her pussy is as beautiful as she is. Pretty and pink and glistening with need.
“Do you want me to play your sick little game, Bram? Make it worth my while.” She pulls on my hair again roughly. “Make me come so hard, I can’t wait to get your hands and mouth on me again. Do it now, before I change my mind.”
In another world and another life, I would try to slow us down and turn this sweet instead of harsh. But this isn’t another world. It isn’t another life. I only have the one, as fucked up as it is.
I hold Grace closer and obey exactly as she commands, exactly as I crave. I drag my tongue up her center. She tastes even better than she looks, and the little sound she makes is so at odds with the woman I’m starting to know, I can’t help the compulsive need to make her do it again. If I can coax her to lose control, maybe I’ll gain a little of it for myself.
I’ve never had sex with a human, though, and I’m achingly aware of our differences in size and strength. Grace feels larger than life as she guides my mouth to her clit, but the truth is, she’s not. I could crush her all too easily. In a way, it’s a relief that she’s guiding this. All I have to do is make a shelf with my hands and follow her instructions.