Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“I’m never taking it off. I’m gonna fucking die in this thing,” I say with a grin as I look into his eyes in the mirror. So maybe I’m a little unhinged, but I want to fall into this fever dream.
When he rains kisses along the side of my neck and delves his fingers into my pubes, almost touching the base of my painfully stiff cock, it’s him who falls into my fantasy. And then I’m flying, curled against his chest while he carries me away as if I weigh less than a rabbit.
“How about a little death first, hm?” he rasps against my temple.
“Is… that some BDSM thing?” I ask, unsure just how far the rabbit hole goes with him. How far am I willing to go?
He chuckles, depositing me on the bed so gently as if I was made of the finest porcelain. He did not fear I’d break when he spanked me, but that’s a detail.
“It translates from la petite mort,” he explains, resting on the edge of the mattress, his fingers drawing patterns around my dick yet refusing to touch it. “A French expression often used to describe sexual peak,” he explains patiently, and I don’t know if I should feel humbled or spread my legs now.
When he says two whole sentences to me in French, I hardly blink, and yes, open my thighs. “Fuck. You speak French too?” I shake my head in disbelief. “You know what? I think I can excuse the killing. Just shower me with gold and French.” I’m joking. Or am I?
He laughs, cups my face and lets out a flood of sweet-sounding words I don’t recognize with the exception of my name.
I can’t think. This man is too perfect. There must be a catch. Other than the killing, I mean, because Happy would still be alive if he hadn’t viciously attacked us.
Damen chooses this moment to tap my cock with his finger, and I utter a broken sound, trying to rub myself against his hand.
“Good things come to those who wait, baby,” he tells me and stands beyond my reach.
“I hate waiting,” I whine, but as soon as he makes a show of taking off his sweater, he has all my attention. “Okay. I can wait a little.” I sit up to watch with saliva pooling in my mouth. I’ll finally get to see all of him. My heart pounds with pure excitement.
He’s all toned muscle and harmony, like those Trojan soldiers behind him. Dark hair’s dusted on his chest and stomach, but nothing is out of proportion, as if the gods created him as a perfect specimen every man should aspire to be. The kind of body you get from discipline, not vanity.
I’m speechless when he opens his pants too, because while I’ve seen his cock, this is the very first time he’s showing me everything else, and oh, how I want to fall asleep with my head between his strong thighs.
Underwear stays on only briefly, and soon his hard shaft is pointing at me, somehow even more impressive than it seemed when I saw it for the first time. He’s almost untouchable in his beauty, and while he knows it, he’s still looking for my approval with those gorgeous hazel eyes, so I’m ready to give it to him in spades. It’s not enough that filth and awe fill my head. He needs to know.
I run my fingers over the thick gold links of my gift with my mouth dry.
“I’ve never wanted anyone more between my legs than I want you now. You’re so fucking perfect.” I reach for his hip but he moves out of reach. “I’m gonna scratch your back when you fuck me, just to leave a mark on you.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Damen asks and puts his knee on the edge of the mattress. One push to my chest and I’m prone, watching him crawl above me as if he were a majestic lion and I—his prey.
"It's a threat. I will kill you. You will have that petit mort inside me, and I will absorb it. I will drink your death off your trembling lips.” Even my cynicism is melting away like the snow outside. I might be helpless if he chooses to snap my neck, but I don’t care anymore. I’m not afraid of him. He needs to know how serious I am about wanting a love that’s all-consuming.
My hole throbs with heat when he settles on top of me.
“Oh, but wouldn’t that be a beautiful death?” he whispers, trapping both my wrists above my head, hips sinking between my thighs, hard cock on hard cock. I’m utterly disarmed and helpless for as long as he’s touching me.
All I can do is nod, captivated by the sizzling heat between us. Who needs a fireplace when there’s Damen? I try to move my hand, just a little test, but his hold is a testament to how strong he is.