Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
No one has ever smelled me before. Not like that.
And definitely not in a way that makes me feel all … tingly.
But he’s so close I can’t look away, and he keeps inching closer and closer until I have nowhere left to go. I slide down against the wall until I’m flat on the floor with him hovering right above me.
Suddenly, he plants a hand on the concrete ground beside my head. When I try to move sideways, he slams another hand into the floor, trapping me beneath him.
“I’m hungry …” he groans.
How am I going to get out of this one when it’s impossible to look away?
Sweat drops roll down my back.
“But you had food this morning,” I say, my voice fluctuating in tone.
His lip barely rises as he speaks through his teeth. “I’m hungry for you.”
Hungry … for me?
Oh God.
He’s not thinking of … actually eating me?
No, no, no, I don’t wanna die!
“Please,” I mutter, shaking my head, praying he won’t kill me too.
His lips part, and his tongue darts out to lick the rim, just like a predator would.
Oh God, Lex was right. This beast does want to eat me.
Sweat drops roll down my neck as I realize this could be the end.
I don’t want to die. Not like that. I can’t watch.
Instinct makes me close my eyes as he leans in and growls near my ear. “I want to lick you.”
My eyes burst open right as his tongue dips out and drags a line down from my ear all the way to my neck. And the groan that follows sets my body on fire.
Getting eaten alive definitely shouldn’t be this hot.
His face hovers close to my chin, and I desperately suck in some much-needed air, wondering how many more breaths I’ll be able to take before my time is up. I’m shivering and covered in droplets of sweat from fear, wishing this wouldn’t be how it all ends, wishing I wasn’t frozen in place, completely enamored by this beast of a man as he licks his way down the crevice between my breasts.
My nipples peak, and I whimper from how good it feels when he presses slow, dragged-out kisses all over my chest. But these kisses will only lead to pure terror. I just know it. Any second now, he’ll sink his teeth into my flesh and devour me whole.
I gaze down, unable to stop myself from wanting to see it when he starts. With every kiss, I hold my breath, waiting, waiting, but it never comes.
“I don’t want …” I can’t even finish my sentence because of the way he looks up into my eyes with complete and utter mania, as though he’s consumed by the mere idea of eating me.
“You don’t want what?” he groans. He slides down my dress and grabs my leg, lifting it to his chest, and he throws off my shoes like they’re meaningless junk in his way.
And when he presses his lips to my skin, I mutter, “I don’t want to die.”
Slowly but surely a definite smirk begins to form on his face as he leans up fully, straightening his back until all the individual ridges of his abs are on full display. And even though my eyes are practically glued to his lean body, his penetrative eyes command my attention.
“This won’t kill you.”
He licks his bottom lip before biting it, which makes my heart throb. Not just in my chest … but between my legs too.
He grabs my foot and sucks my toe, and I hold my breath, scrunching up my nose, waiting for the bite that doesn’t come. His tongue dips out again, dragging a hot, wet line all the way down my knee and thigh, and my entire body begins to zing.
Is he savoring the taste before he has a bite?
I shudder as I think about it, but my thoughts are easily replaced by lust as he dives down between my legs, scrunching up my dress with every kiss he plants. When my panties are exposed, my face turns red.
No one but my maids have ever seen me with just panties on before. Papa always told me no one was allowed to see me without my clothes on, and definitely never without my gloves.
But this man doesn’t stop. I don’t think he knows the word … or that he’d ever listen to it.
He spreads my legs farther and farther, and I’m too stunned to provide even the slightest of resistance. His fingers curl around my panties, and without warning, he tears them down.
I gasp in shock, eyes and mouth wide open, while he dives underneath my dress.
“Wha—”
I can’t finish my sentence.
Nor do I remember what I was about to say.
Because this man’s tongue is right on top of the place I was told never to touch.
Beast
The first lick is the best aphrodisiac in the world.