Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
And all the while I feel the tug on his cock, his strong hand running the length. There’s a wetness at the tip. His seed. That’s what the women call it.
Cum, love. That’s…cum.
The head of his cock is covered in a silky fluid. It eases the way of his hand to stroke from bulb to base and back in an easy, slow motion. He loves this. He does this often, and when he does, he thinks of me. When he strokes his own cock, it’s always with my pussy in mind. He always closes his eyes and sees me, as I am in their dreams. I would be over him, my breasts bouncing as I ride him like a horse. I would be under him, covered by his body, open to him. I would be tied up and awaiting his pleasure, my ass in the air.
Such images assault me, making me gasp at the sheer eroticism that plays through his mind. He thought up a thousand scenarios, a thousand ways to have me. It’s his pastime—dreaming of ways to fuck me.
He has so many plans. He would dominate me. He would take care of me. He would fuck me over and over and over until I can always feel him inside me. Until he can be a thousand miles away and still feel his cock in my pussy.
He’s hot. So hot. His touch sparks across my skin, little flames licking at me.
This is where the fire comes from. It comes from Shim.
I move on the bed, restless and alive. I feel more alive than I have in years. My whole body is awake, but I’m missing something.
Where is my other Dark One?
Does he have a name? His face is the same as Shim’s. Why isn’t he here with us?
Hush, love…holding the connection…holding…pissed he can’t join in…
Shim moves down my body, kissing my breasts and the valley between them. He wants to see me tied up. It’s an odd image, one I might turn away from, but I can feel how much he wants it. He wants to see me wrapped in thin ropes, the ties elaborate, reminding me of the tortoises who lumber down the road from time to time. He would bind me and then take his time creating the design, my body his canvas. He’s an artist with the rope, spending hours and hours practicing on women in some odd place. I can see it as though sharing his memories. An elegant place not of this plane. The Vampire plane. It has to be. There’s no other place with lights that carry no flame, wood that isn’t wood under my feet. Shim would tie the women up, but he never touches them for his pleasure. That is reserved for me and me alone. Everything is for me. All the training, all the pain. To be with me.
Tears pool in my eyes. What a lovely dream I’m having.
Not…don’t…listen, Bronwyn…
I shake my head. I don’t want to argue. I can feel the connection waver. I grab it with my mind. I don’t want the dream to end. I don’t want to leave this place where I can feel Shim. All that’s waiting for me is pain and heartbreak and death. This is where I want to be. If I could I would sink into this place and never leave them.
I send him an image of what I want. Him. The other him. One and my Two. Shim cuddles to my front and my other at my back. I want a name for him.
Lachlan.
It whispers through my body, like a cool thrill going up my spine.
Shim and Lachlan. My Dark Ones.
They would surround me, making me feel so petite. I don’t have to be a princess with them. I don’t have to be strong. I only need to be theirs.
I can feel Shim’s deep pleasure with the image. It’s what he wants, too. The three of us together. The halves of his whole finally combined through my mind, my soul connecting theirs.
We almost flow into one another, our pleasures combining.
Shim takes over. His breathing picks up, sending my heart racing. He’s close. His balls, so heavy and aching and infused with power. They don’t swing anymore. They’re drawn up, ready to spill inside me. He wants that. He wants to fill me.
There’s a tingling at the base of my spine, so wild I jerk slightly, but then I know what’s happening. Shim is coming, finishing, completing the cycle we began.
My heart nearly stops at the pleasure. Relief cascades through me like a giant river as he spills his seed. I can feel Shim’s joy in the act. In his mind’s eye, he pumps in and out of my pussy, grinding against me, giving me everything he has. He squeezes his cock, wringing every ounce of pleasure.