Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
She sinks onto the sofa, knees tight together, fingers twisting. The slip clings to her thighs, and I imagine spreading them wide, exposing all that soft, pink innocence to my dark gaze.
“It’s where I used to read when my father was asleep. There were books here before they came and cleaned it out. My father read some of them to me when I was a little girl, but that was before he changed. So, I read to myself…”
I lean against the mantel, arms folded.
I already see into her thoughts. Her father tried to be a good man, at first after her mother met a demise at his hands.
He was a jealous man. Something I never understood until now. Darkness pulled at him after that and as so many humans do, he gave in to the urges. They call it addiction here, but it is lust. Lust takes many forms.
In my inner eye, I see his downfall and how he isolated this little witch with her mother’s blue eyes and frail beauty. I better understand her childlike nature, despite her age.
“Eyes on me,” I order, tightness banding around my chest when her eyes are not on mine.
Her head lifts, those big, uncertain eyes catching mine and holding. I should be immune to the feelings she ignites inside me, but something about her is different.
“That’s it,” I say, keeping my voice from shattering the windows the way it could if I allowed it. “Good girl.”
A flush rises over her throat, and I find the space between us impossible to maintain. I push off the mantel and cross the rug. Each step is an eternity before her warmth radiates against the black, sucking cold of my form. Her breath skips, but she doesn’t break eye contact.
Up close, her scent slams into me and drags low. A new lust takes over. There will be a price to pay for these feelings, I know that already, I just do not know what that price will be.
I, too, have a master, although it has been centuries since we’ve communicated. Demons are independent until we break a rule, and loving a human is not only unheard of, it is forbidden.
Is that what I feel now? Love?
I will burn down this and every other world for her, I know it already. If this is what love feels like, I understand how distracting it can be.
She needn’t tell me she is pure and untouched. I smell it on her. My cock grows heavy, thick and angry down my leg. My seed spills in a stream inside my pants.
I reach out, knuckles grazing her throat. Her warmth seeps into my fingers, weaving its way up my arm. “You’re trembling.”
“Yes. Seems appropriate given the circumstances.”
“I find your fear intoxicating.” I don’t bother to bite back the growl that claws from my throat, letting my knuckles drift down the soft inside of her arm until gooseflesh blooms.
Her knees drift apart before she realizes. She catches herself, almost closes them, then stops, breathing unevenly, waiting to see what I’ll do.
“You feel wet down in that pretty spot between your thighs, don’t you?”
A sharp inhale, a tiny nod, then she forces herself to say it out loud. “Yes. It’s warm and…sticky. I don’t understand it.”
I glide forward, knocking her knees wide with a bony foot, my shadow swallowing her.
“Say it again. What is happening between your legs in that innocent space you’ve saved for me?”
I watch her throat work, eyes puzzled, but I’m inside her head, already finding it an engaging and lusty playground.
Finally, she understands what I want from her. Her hands twist in her lap as her lips part. “I’m wet. And aching. Like there’s something I need down there, I just don’t know what.”
A groan breaks low in my chest. “Show me where exactly.”
She hesitates, but I stare coldly forward. Her thoughts are pure. She is innocent, untouched, but there’s a wicked understanding about her as well. It’s a mixture of heaven and hell itself.
Finally, her fingers untangle. She pinches the thin cloth just above the hem and exposes the creamy skin of her thighs an inch at a time. Her hands shake, but she keeps going until she’s bare and open.
Somewhere inside me, bones click and strain. Dropping my gaze, I see it in the low candlelight of the room.
She’s slick and shining, nothing under the slip to keep her hidden, and it’s all for me. The sight makes my hunger snarl.
She doesn’t realize it, but she has just sealed her fate. She is mine. I will never give her up.
Her innocence and trust claw at my insides as I lower my hand and curve it around her ass, the softness of her flesh sending desire through every nerve. I trail a finger up, through the cleft of her ass, the small of her back, shoulder blades…