Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
She looked up at me. “I will give you my blood but. . .you cannot have my body.”
A dark chuckle left me.
“I am not telling a joke.”
Surely, you are because you are my queen. Your thoughts. Your blood. Your body is mine.
That forceful assertion hung in the air between us, punctuated by the eerie hush of the moonslit forest.
My eyes bore into hers, and she stared back with wide-eyed apprehension. It was not fear though, but a challenging spark that thrilled me, an unexpected defiance that sparked a surge of desire within my body.
Instead of her speaking, her blood sang to me. It was an alluring symphony woven into the stillness of the night, calling to the depths of my being.
Soft notes of passion and vulnerability.
Longing and uncertainty
A dark groan left me.
She looked away, but still she didn’t back up or try to escape.
I leaned forward and brushed my lips against her ear.
I wish you could hear how your blood sings for my fangs.
Her voice was a low whisper. “How does it sound?”
The song isn’t merely a call to sate my thirst, but an invitation to a deeper bond.
She closed her eyes and shuddered.
I slipped in her mind and she tried to block her thoughts, but I yanked those weak guards away and went deeper.
Then, I heard what she didn’t want me to. Why do I want him so bad? I want to be strong enough to resist him.
Slowly, Seraphine’s mind filled with visions of our naked, intertwined bodies.
Yes.
My core felt the fierce throes of a passionate storm that made me feel disoriented and overwhelmed. The steady beat of my dark heart was in perfect timing with the crescendoing frenzy, getting faster with each passing moment.
I growled.
I would never let you resist me. Surrender now.
She opened her eyes and looked at me in pure defiance. “I am thankful for what you have done, but I do not want to be your queen.”
Her intoxicating scent lingered in the cool night air, stoking the embers of my need into an uncontainable hunger.
I pushed my fangs out and sneered.
She looked at the fangs and whimpered in desire. Then, she shook her head as if trying to get it out of her. “I don’t want to. . .want you. You scare me, and you. . .have terrorized the world.”
I scowled.
Her voice grew shaky. “Because of you. . .I have lived most of my life in a dungeon. Therefore, you cannot be the one that. . .”
I leaned my head to the side.
She whispered, “You cannot be the one that. . .takes my virginity.”
Yet, her blood loudly sang to my senses, the passionate notes and sweet pheromones like a celestial choir.
My cock stiffened even more, aching to be buried inside her.
Her arousal rose, charging the air.
I grunted.
The lust oozing from her was so strong, so potent that I could almost taste it.
I smiled.
Her body shuddered. “I have hated you all my life.”
And now you will spend the rest of it loving me.
I lowered my head and tried to kiss her.
Her hands blurred as she tried to shove me away, but I caught her wrists.
She gasped, yet did stop my attempt at a kiss.
Still, the instance her soft skin touched my hands, I was further overwhelmed by the desire to claim her, to possess her body and soul.
Surrender.
My eyes pinned her in place.
If you do, I will not simply possess you, my queen, I will spoil and cherish you.
I released her wrists.
Surrender or. . .
She blinked. “Or what?”
Like the first night I met her, I reached out to her with my power.
She gasped as it rippled and danced along her skin.
Invisible strings tangled around her body. Her eyes widened and she rose little by little from the ground.
Once she was face to face with me, I stopped her from rising and drank in her breathtakingly radiant beauty.
You do not want to know what the alternative would be, my queen.
Seraphine’s feet dangled inches from the ground. Her white gown billowed around her body.
I could feel the stir of the night wind, the rustle of leaves under the hidden watch of the woodland creatures, the hush of the forest holding its breath as I showcased my power over her.
My queen was airborne, her body wrapped in the elegant shroud of my magic.
I have been patient.
“No. You have not. You feasted on my blood. You put me in a cage.”
It was a pretty one.
I raised my hand and slipped my fingers along her collarbone.
You desire me.
I leaned forward until my lips were inches from hers.
I yearn to give you pleasure beyond your imagination.
Her blood sang louder.
She parted her lips, and I groaned.
Surrender.
She whispered, “Why do you want me to surrender? Y-you’re the Quiet King, you could just take it.”
Is that what you want?
“N-no.”
I leaned in even closer and brushed my lips along her cheek.