Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
“But if you’re gonna throw your tight little body on me, all needy and horny, like you’ve got an ache between your sweet thighs only I can soothe; if you’re gonna kiss me like a college girl who’s never kissed anyone before and let me feel your virgin lips and taste your sugar breaths, you should know I ain’t gonna stop at that. I ain’t just gonna kiss you and let you go back to your bed with a slight tingle on your mouth and your princess dress neatly tucked around you, no. If I kiss you back, you’re comin’ with me. To my bed. And I ain’t lettin’ you leave until every part of your body bears my mark, your skin bears my scent, and your clothes are lyin’ tattered on the floor. Because when you kiss a hunter, darlin’, you better be ready to be captured and roped like his prey. And we both know I’m the best goddamn hunter in these mountains.”
My heart bangs in my chest and fear skitters down my spine. But isn’t that why I wanted him to kiss me? I told him he could have me if he kissed me. That was my one and only rule, and now he has. Or rather I have, but still. In any case, his threat hangs in the air like a black, swollen, stormy cloud.
And God, it makes me so wet.
Up until yesterday, up until an hour ago, I would’ve questioned myself, berated myself for this. Not anymore, though. Now I embrace it and whisper, “That first time you tied me to a tree and I said I wasn’t afraid of you, you told me I’d learn to be. I didn’t believe you. But I believe you now. Because you were right. I am afraid of you.” His jaw clenches and his muscles tighten up, but I keep going, “It’s just that for some very weird reason that I don’t understand, I love the way you scare me. I love the way you make me shiver and shake. I love the way you make me want to run even though I know it’ll only make things harder for me when I get caught. It makes me want to please you and make you mad, both at the same time. It makes me feel alive. You make me feel alive. And I’ve never had that before. All I’ve ever had is fear, but only you have ever been able to make me feel safe while I’m afraid. So if what you are is a hunter, then I want to be your prey. If you’re a phantom, then I want to be your Princess. Because I think for me, you’re my fate.”
He is that, isn’t he? I thought it was what my father decided for me. But I was wrong. It’s him. My Phantom with green eyes and a wicked scar.
Something washes over his features, something bright, and it happens when I utter the word “fate.” Like it’s something he’s thought of himself. That emotion was quick as the lightning across the dark sky, so I don’t get to analyze it. All I know is that it makes his eyes all green and intense.
“Radisson?” I ask.
His nostrils flare again and he mutters, “Fuck it.”
In the same breath, he goes ahead and puts his mouth on me. And candies and hearts, flowers and glitter, everything girly and dreamy explodes in my body.
Even though his kiss is much rougher than mine. Much more desperate and hungry.
His kiss isn’t even a kiss; it’s more of an invasion. A domination. Where he splays his hand on the back of my head and neck, capturing me, rendering me immobile. So he can go in. He can force his way inside my mouth and own me with his tongue.
Fuck me with his tongue. That’s the only way to describe it.
It’s not a kiss; it’s a mouth fucking. And every part of my mouth is his to conquer. My tongue is his to suck on. My taste is his to gorge on. Even my teeth are his to clack against. He’s devouring me like the prey I am. His prey. And he’s doing it like he hasn’t hunted in a long time. Or maybe he has, but nothing that he came across felt worthy of his hunger. Felt worthy to be eaten like he’s eating me. And it’s true, isn’t it? If he’s my fate, I’m his fate too. The one he watches. The one he burns and aches for. The one he wants beyond all reason. Now he finally has me. As scary as it is—because now I know for sure, once this is over, no part of me will survive; I’ll be his forever—it only makes me needier for him. Hornier and more impatient.