Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
“What do you mean… ‘sample’? While I may not be of substantial size, I assure you I will give you pleasure. Are you questioning my capabilities?”
I chuckle, losing myself in the game. It might be a bit too complicated for a dumb brute like me. “It just means I don’t want to wait until we’re in Boston,” I say and slide my thumb along the back of his ear. It twitches against my finger in the cutest way.
He strokes the front of my hoodie. “Well, we don’t always get what we want at a moment’s notice, do we? Sometimes, patience is required. Until then, I welcome you to stay with me. My accommodation is less than ideal as I live with my landlady, but it should be fine if we are discreet. I do not wish to be parted from you.”
I’m so confused by the push and pull he’s doing. Maybe he wants to play the role of a ravished prince, so he’s being coy? I can work that out when I’m in his bed.
“And how far is your palace?” I ask, staring at his mouth, but the moment it opens, I lose all interest in the answer and lick the seam of his lips.
Also, I need to go to Canada, not Boston, but what’s a little detour?
Sylvan gasps, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Oh, and what absolute fucking bliss this boy is. Pliant like marshmallows, a little shy when my tongue meets his, but he doesn’t push me away. His trembling fingers settle on my sides as I devour him.
All the pleasure centers in my brain light up like a Christmas tree because he is exactly what I love, yet what I’ve been denied for years. I want my dick inside him so bad I might just come in my pants from this kiss. He smells like mist in the morning, his mouth is so warm and inviting, and when I push his knees farther apart, he opens up without question.
I am going to ravish this elven prince tonight, and then, maybe wait out the manhunt for me in his basement. Or something. He’s not going to report me if I treat him right.
I push him back a little, just to try my luck. I shouldn’t be drawing attention to myself, I really shouldn’t, but he is temptation personified.
Just as I consider a blast from the past and going down on him back here, the bus comes to an abrupt stop.
My beauty slides out of my embrace all too quickly and adjusts his hair. He doesn’t shy away from holding my hand as we make our way to the exit, and it gets me all mushy inside.
He glances at me from under the long pale eyelashes. “You are a very fine kisser,” he whispers with a little smile, and I can’t wait to show him what else I’m very good at.
Chapter 4
Sylvan
So… that was my first kiss.
I’m still a bit overwhelmed, because all of Hawk is overwhelming. From his size, to his confidence. No one has ever treated me the way he does, and I’m not sure what to make of it, because the mix of compliments and disrespect is disconcertingly arousing. He dove in for a kiss as if it was his birthright to fondle a prince.
I push my hair into place, stealing glances up his towering form.
“If you go to the back of that house,” I point to the place where I’m staying, “there will be a tree you should find easy to climb to get to my room. You must not be seen,” I emphasize, because my landlady has made it clear just how much guests are not allowed.
He grins in that endearingly frank way only lowborn people do. There’s no need for him to put up a face, hide his true thoughts and feelings in order to obfuscate reality in service to a greater goal. He can show me what he really thinks, and in that moment, jealousy is like a splinter causing a painful infection under my nail.
He’s big like a wild beast I’d never dare face on my own back in the Nightmare Realm, yet if I want to seize the power of his shadow and reclaim my rightful place at the Nocturne Court, I’ll have to be braver than I’ve ever been.
The street is quiet at this time of night, as humans love their sun to bits and avoid coming out when it’s absent from the sky, but to my eyes, it’s light as day, and I easily pick up details of the small homes erected on both sides of the road.
I hate everything about this place.
As someone who grew up between the intricate walls of a palace, with its gothic architecture, awe-inspiring art, and gardens kept up by the most skilled groundskeepers, I find this human town painfully unimpressive. I have seen pictures of grand buildings and awe-inspiring mountains with snow-capped peaks that supposedly exist somewhere in this world of gasoline, concrete, and plastic, but while there is nature here, the uniform lawns and lone trees are nothing like the grand gardens of the Nocturne Court. Even the woods I’ve seen from the windows of my bus seem young and underdeveloped in contrast to the ancient forests of my realm, with their twisted trees, mossy ravines, and beasts that could take one’s life within two seconds.