Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
“Are you smelling something? Am I going to die?”
“No, Little Sky. Your scent is young and healthy. I can not sense anything wrong with you.”
“Then you need to stop. We have however long we have. We need to make the most out of every day. I kiss you goodbye to you every time you leave, and I don’t allow myself to think about all the things that could happen to you.”
He stared at her before nodding. “You are much wiser than I am, Ciel.”
“I doubt that seriously. But I love you—whether we have fifty years or fifty days. I’m going to enjoy every one.”
“I love you, Little Sky.”
“Then give me another of those yummy kisses that make my toes curl and go make sure Wyvern is safe.”
That kiss almost made her beg him to stay. She felt her lips curve in satisfaction at the hungry look on his face. He was voracious. Rwahr!
“That is not what I sound like when I roar.”
“In my mind it is,” she answered pertly.
“I drew a bath for you. Let me reheat it so you can soak your tender parts. Then wear a pair of your earrings and visit the library today.” He lifted her to stand next to the bed.
“Yes, sir, Daddy, sir!” she saluted and earned a quick swat to her behind that made her gasp and promise. “I’ll be good.”
“Just be yourself, Ciel. That’s all I ask you to be, Little Sky.”
“Deal!”
Chapter 19
After grabbing a piece of hot bread slathered in freshly made butter and a glass of milk for breakfast, Ciel headed for the library. She sat in Argenis’s large leather chair and rubbed her hands over the polished desk top, fighting the urge to stretch out on it. Glancing around, she took in the grandeur of the room, with all the gleaming wood panels and bookshelves.
Her eyes widened. There, in a patch of sun near a large window, sat a desk that hadn’t been there before. She jumped to her feet and hurried over. A smaller version of his desk, the newest addition, held an old-fashioned typewriter. Ciel pressed a key tentatively. The smack of the key against the roller made her jump. Who needed one of those fancy clicky-clack keyboards?
Taking a seat in the smaller leather chair, she opened the drawers and found a supply of pens and pencils in the middle drawer and paper in one on the side. There was a leather wrapped journal that was so soft to her touch. It would be a perfect diary.
Why hadn’t she thought of logging all the events when the change had occurred? Probably because she was too occupied with getting home and then adjusting to being a dragon’s mate. She opened it and hesitated.
She could use it to gather her thoughts for the book Argenis had suggested she write. She knew Aurora loved the same books she did. If it didn’t suck too bad, she bet her friend would enjoy reading a spicy age play story. If, Ciel was brave enough to share it.
Grabbing a pen from the drawer, she pressed the notebook flat and started brainstorming. She didn’t want to write about dragon Daddies that was too close. Aurora would suspect that every sex scene she wrote was about her and Argenis’s activities.
Could she write a sex scene? Of course she could. She had the best inspiration.
Maybe she’d just start with regular people with normal qualities. Well, larger than normal measurements for some things. Giggling, she decided to set the story back in the time that technology worked. At the beginning, everyone expected the breakdown to be short-lived. Now weeks later, if the lights suddenly went on, it would spark a big celebration because it was so unexpected. Everyone seemed to have accepted that this was their new reality.
Pushing the negative thoughts from her mind, she sketched out a rough plot idea. Her pen flying over the paper as she tried to capture all the tidbits that jumped into her mind. When she sat back in her chair, she looked at all the notes she’d taken. It sounded great. She wanted to read that story.
Ciel glanced at the typewriter next to her. That would be the next challenge. How did she even put the paper in that thing? Paper did fit somewhere inside, right?
“Want me to show you?” her mate’s deep voice made her look over at his desk.
How long had he been there?
“Argenis?” she asked, looking at him in confusion.
He stood and walked toward her. “You’ve been at it for a few hours. I was just about to stop you for a lunch break.”
Her stomach growled at the thought of food. Ciel slapped a hand over her stomach to muffle the sound.
“Second thought. Lunch first. Typewriter conquest later.” He held a hand out for hers and pulled her from the chair. “Did you enjoy your morning?”