Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
What isn't mine? No, that's not accurate. She is mine. I feel it in my fucking soul.
This girl is mine.
If she didn't want to belong to me, she never should have crawled into my bed. This may not be my kingdom, but this deep into Fable Forest, no one knows the difference. I make the rules out here. My will. My laws. My way.
"Please," she whimpers again, tossing her head back on the pillow. Her hand moves down her body, over the curves of her breasts and belly.
My cock throbs painfully in response, pressing against the confines of my pants. I grip my dick, squeezing painfully. The sight of her fingers slipping between her parted thighs sends me into a near-feral state.
She squeals as she finds the wetness gathering there—a soft, high-pitched cry that has cum dripping into my boxers. Her hips buck up into her own touch.
The sight sends a jolt through me.
"Fuck," I breathe, trying not to come in my pants.
She's innocence personified, but here she is—naked and writhing on my bed. Lost in the throes of ecstasy.
Every fiber of my being screams at me to join her, to taste and take and fuck until I'm sated. I know it's wrong to watch her and wish those were my fingers in her cunt, but I don't care. The need to claim her as my own beats at me relentlessly. In this moment, that's what matters.
The air is thick with the scent of her arousal, a sweet musk that strokes my senses, driving me mad. I squeeze my throbbing cock harder through my pants, fucklust surging through my veins.
Her fingers work in and out of her slick cunt, the squelching sounds adding fuel to my raging desire. She's in heaven, her chest rising and falling rapidly as soft moans escape her lips.
Reality crumbles around me, leaving only her.
Who is she? Salvation? Damnation? The answer to every unspoken prayer I've ever had?
My eyes never leave her as I move closer, not stopping until I'm at the bedside. Her skin is pink from the climax she's chasing—the climax that should be mine to give.
She shudders, her fingers slipping away from her swollen cunt and back to it again in a rhythm that has my head spinning.
"God," she moans, and I nearly lose it right there.
I need to touch her. But more than that—I need to hear her say my name like that. With pure lust. With need.
My decision made, I let out a low growl, my eyes narrowing on her flushed face as she writhes in pleasure.
I bend down, seaming my mouth to hers, savoring her sweetness on my lips. Stealing a taste of heaven and securing my place in hell. But if I'm going, I intend to ride her the whole fucking way.
She gasps in surprise, her breath warm against my skin. Her eyes flutter open, and I get sucked into a maelstrom of startling blue, tinted with innocence and hints of forever.
Goddamn, she's perfect.
Chapter Three
Thalia
Aspicy scent swirls around me, dragging me toward consciousness. Desire rages through me. My entire body lights up like a livewire, my system overheating.
My eyes fly open on a gasp.
I look up into the eyes of a man I've never seen before—one so devastatingly handsome he takes my breath away. His unruly dark hair frames an angular face, complete with piercing obsidian eyes that seem to bore straight into my soul.
My heart races as I stare at him, unable to look away. He's beautiful, like a wild animal who slipped from his cage and found his way inside.
"W-who are you?" The question escapes my lips before I can stop it. My body feels like it's burning, a strange heat pooling deep in my core. I don't understand what's happening, but it's still dark outside, and nothing is the way it's supposed to be.
My confusion only grows when I realize my fingers are between my legs.
Oh my god. I'm naked, my fingers buried deep inside myself. I'm still grinding against them, riding them as if I can't stop. As if staring at this man has turned me into a wild, wanton thing.
I freeze, mortified by my own actions.
"No," he growls, a dark command in his voice that reflects in his eyes. "Don't fucking stop. Finish what you started."
I want to tell him no, that it's wrong. But I can't find the words. My body aches so badly. Already, my hips circle, obeying him without my consent.
I whimper, turned on and embarrassed. Aching. Why am I acting like this? Why can't I stop?
Realization hits me like a ton of bricks: this man must have woken me. He broke the curse. That means…that means he's my destiny, my true love.
I belong to him.
Is that why I feel like my whole body is on fire, and I can't catch my breath? Because, for the first time in my life, I'm where I belong? The curse no longer haunts me, and I'm free?