Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
"You're so fucking pretty," I whisper, reaching out to run my fingertips down Dahlia's cheek.
"Thank you." She turns her face, pressing her lips to my fingers. And then she smiles, a mysterious, womanly smile that sets my blood on fire and makes me ache simultaneously. "But you haven't really seen me, though, have you?"
My brows pull together in confusion. I'm seeing her now more clearly than I have since she arrived in Screaming Woods.
She dances out of my reach, laughter on her lips, the devil in her eyes. Her hands go to the hem of her shirt. My fearless little queen pulls it off over her head in a single move, emboldened by the dark. Or perhaps by the devotion blazing from my eyes.
"See me now, Draven," she says.
"I am," I growl, stalking toward her with my heart in my throat. She's pale and soft everywhere, with miles of creamy skin just waiting to be explored. I fully intend to conquer and claim every inch of her.
"Wait," she cries, throwing up a hand to halt me before I can pull her into my arms. "I know I can't see you, but I want to feel you." A blush stains her cheeks, turning them a rosy red color. "It's only fair, after all."
"Are you trying to get me naked, Beauty?"
"Maybe. Is it working?"
Instead of answering, I reach over my shoulder and pull my shirt off. Naturally, the fucker gets tangled on one of my horns. Thank God it's dark, and she can't see me fighting my way free like a house cat trying to fight his way out of a cardboard box. Eventually, I get the damn thing unstuck and fling it to the grass.
"That sounded like a lot of work." She giggles.
I growl wordlessly and drag her into my arms, which only makes her laugh again. So I do what anyone in my position would do. I kiss the sound from her lips. Her laughter bleeds into a soft sigh of surrender, her body melting against mine. For the first time, we're skin-to-skin. And fuck, I've never felt anything softer…and never been harder.
"Oh, you wicked man," she moans, shivering when I bite her bottom lip. "Do it again."
I drag it through my teeth this time, growling when she cries out sweetly for me.
Her hands drift across my chest and down my arms, her touch eager as she explores my body. The sharp intake of breath when her fingers dance down the ridges of my abdomen brings a smile to my lips. My body brings her pleasure. I like knowing this.
"What are you doing?" she asks, watching with wide, dilated eyes when I drop to my knees in front of her.
"Exploring." Even on my knees, I'm still too goddamn tall. I lean forward, brushing my lips along her ribcage. The silk of her bra brushes across my forehead. I want it off. Nothing should stand between her skin and mine.
Before the thought fully forms, I reach for the straps, dragging them down her arms. She helps me, guiding my hands to the back clasp. We work together to strip it from her body, and it falls to the grass beside us.
"So beautiful," I breathe, tracing a fingertip around one hard nipple. Her breasts are full, her nipples swollen little buds begging for attention. I lean forward, drawing one into my mouth.
"Draven!" she cries out, spearing her hand into my hair to hold me to her chest.
I groan around her breast and then set to work exploring. I nip and suck and bite. My name fills the air around us, sobbed from her perfect lips into the night. I also keep my hands and tail occupied, using every advantage I have to drive this beautiful woman crazy. My tail drifts along her body in soft, teasing strokes. I run my hands down her sides, over her round ass, and then around to her zipper.
Now that I've got her where I want her, I'm not letting her go without getting a taste of her. Not until I lick that divine scent straight from the source.
She helps me shimmy her pants and panties down her hips, gripping my horns to keep herself steady. And fuck. Now I want to feel her grasping them while she's riding my face.
Yes, excellent plan.
"Come here," I growl, wrapping my hands around her waist to draw her toward me once she's nude. My hands tremble against her alabaster skin, need coursing through my veins in a tidal wave of carnal desire. If women truly are the fairer sex, Dahlia Savage is the fairest of them all. There isn't a spot on her that isn't ravishing.
She willingly obeys my command, stepping into my embrace and allowing me to scoop her into my arms. I place her in my lap and then lay back. The grass is cool against my overheated skin. A twig prods at my side, and I brush it away with an impatient flick of my wrist.