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)
His appreciation loosens my tongue. “I’ve been told my size will always be a hindrance.” An understatement of the vile things I’ve heard from my mother and siblings about my height and underdeveloped shadowcraft.
But he’s already shaking his head, frowning as if my words enrage him. “No way. There’s nothing you can’t do,” he rasps, gently rubbing his body against my bulge, and when I whine, he captures my mouth with his lips, blocking the noise.
I have always considered my mind to be my greatest asset, if not the only one. I’m someone who thrives in the world of alchemy, books, and court intrigue thanks to his brain. The sole reason I was caught meddling in an assassination was because my late sister had the not-so-smart idea of writing down our plans in her diary.
I prided myself on being unapproachable and uninterested in matters of the flesh, far too busy in libraries and labs. Hawk is turning me into someone else altogether. I whine and curl my toes, overwhelmed by the ease with which my body responds to a man between my legs. Maybe I’m not as driven by logic as I thought, and I don’t know how I feel about that.
It’s as if I’ve only ever had salted oatmeal, so how could I predict that a bite of apricot-stuffed pork would turn me into a glutton?
“You really like what you see?” I mumble against his cheek, all too aware of how needy it sounds, but I have to know where I stand with him. Though currently, I stand nowhere, because my feet dangle in the air.
Hawk’s groan sounds like one made by a wolf waiting for its meal inside a cage. He puts me back on the floor yet keeps me against the wall, leaning over me, rubbing his stubbly cheek against mine. I rise to my toes as pleasure courses through me like lightning. “You’re so elegant, and dainty, and I want to see all of you. Naked. I want you naked, princeling,” he says, cupping my face and locking our lips in a short but intense kiss that leaves my head spinning.
With my mouth still burning, I refuse to make any more excuses for myself. If he decides I’m not to his liking after all, I will strive to offer him something else for his shadow. But… I do hope he likes all of me. I’m still aware of the size of the beast I felt in his pants, but looking at the size of me, he surely cannot expect me to match him in that department.
I kind of like how he calls me princeling too. It could seem patronizing, yet feels affectionate on his lips.
I dare a smile when I unzip my jeans. My mind says: This is fine, this is perfectly natural, and ordinary, and we’re all only flesh vessels for our souls, but my stomach clenches, my chest aches, and my mouth is suddenly too dry to utter a word.
He whistles, and as I anxiously look up to check his reaction to my pale, naked body, the sight of fire burning through his forest green eyes brings a relief so immense I can barely think. He licks his lips, staring between my legs, and then shoves down his joggers revealing... oh, dear moonlight...
He is magnificent.
As he kicks the pants out of the shower, he’s left naked, covered only with tattoos and hair. I stare at his thick manhood, surrounded by a dark thatch of curls. His thighs are as muscular as a horse’s. A massive, scary centipede is inked on one leg, and a snake on the other, but my attention is still focused on his masculine attributes as he grins, placing his hands on his hips. “And you? Do you like what you see?”
I steal another glance at his cock. Long, hard, thick… an absolute masterpiece. I want to feel how hard and hot it is so badly I’m no longer my logical self.
The smart me wouldn’t even be in this bathroom, knowing the temptation might prove too much, knowing that if one is trying to trade one’s body, one shouldn’t be giving it away.
“Yess…” I hiss and wrap my fingers around his cock. Not doing anything else, just feeling it. I lean forward and press my face between his hairy pecs with a groan. I can imagine feeling safe here. “You look incredible. The sheer size of you…” I mumble against his skin. I never imagined I could turn into some lust-filled imp, but here I am, inhaling his sweat as though it’s an aphrodisiac.
I whimper when he shoves down my pants and underwear, and they pool around my feet until he kicks the garments away, leaving us both naked and touching. My brain’s roasting in the heat of the desire I’m allowing myself to answer, and as the first drops of water hit my skin, I remove my socks. But then I’m all his, and he’s kissing me, touching me, until it’s almost too much.