Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 99285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“Stop talking,” I whispered, my heart racing and jumping into my throat. “Do what you’re going to do.” God, who was this woman? Who am I right now?
His expression hardened, frighteningly so. I could see others cowering at that expression alone. I could tell by the way Adryan watched me that he always got what he wanted, and if he didn’t, he put others in the ground.
But I wanted this. He wasn’t getting what he wanted. I was getting what I wanted.
He bared his teeth in a violent display of passion and need, his nails sharper, more claws, more animal than I should have liked. But it all turned me on, the crotch of my sleep shorts soaked, and when his nostrils flared, I knew he smelled my desire for him.
“Do it,” I challenged, and the way his eyes narrowed, how his jaw clenched, told me he wasn’t used to being ordered around. And I didn’t know how I knew, but I was very aware he wouldn’t deny me. Not anything.
He gripped the waistband of my shorts and panties and tore them from me so suddenly my heart raced even harder. The material dug into my skin with a burning intensity before it fluttered to the ground, no match for his strength or clear need for me.
He inhaled deeply, leaning in another inch, his gaze still locked on me, the feel of his claws—yes, fucking claws—digging into the tender flesh of my hips. His nostrils flared again, and he finally tore his focus from me, looking at what was revealed.
I knew what he saw right then… my bared pussy, my feminine slit, all that wetness that was spilling from me in an obscene manner.
He groaned, and when he leaned forward again, I braced myself for his mouth on me, but all he did was rest his forehead on my flat belly, inhaling so deeply, continuously, as if he wanted my scent ingrained in his body. And his hands on my waist—God, he gripped me so fiercely, as if he was afraid to let me go, that I’d run again.
I felt the sharp prick of those deadly claws digging into my skin, breaking it, that burning, searing sensation causing my pussy to clench.
But still he didn’t move, just stayed right where he was, smelling me as if he couldn’t get enough. And so I took matters into my own hands, slid my fingers into the silky strands of his thick black hair, jerked his head back, and glared down at him.
He snarled, his eyes flashing red, his teeth bared, his fangs—holy shit, those fangs—growing longer and seeming so thick, like they could render my head right from my neck.
“If you’re going to lick my pussy,” I said with a lot of heat and anger in my voice before bending slightly at the waist and bringing my face closer to his, my hand still in his hair, “then fucking do it already.”
I was pissed, mad at the situation, angry that I felt so out of control, that I couldn’t control my emotions or body… that he was the reason for it all.
I let my gaze stray from his eyes to his fangs, my mouth parting slightly and my breathing becoming nothing but fast pants as I stared at those daggers that were so damn long they were past his bottom lip.
And I couldn’t stop myself from imagining him running those lethal teeth along my skin, along the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, so close to my pussy. God… then I was thinking about his big body covering mine, pressing me down on a bed, his lips at my neck, his fangs sinking into me.
“Oh God,” I whispered before I could stop myself. And the slow grin he gave me told me he knew where my thoughts had gone, where they were staying for the foreseeable future. And then everything in me settled as I schooled my features, rested my head back on the tree again, and said in a low voice, “Go on, Adryan. Show me how a big, bad vampire eats out a pussy.”
He said nothing but made this low, rhythmic sound from deep in his chest as he gripped my thigh, lifted it up and out, and rested my all but frozen foot on his shoulder. But I didn’t feel discomfort from my bare feet on the icy ground. All I felt was this burning fire in me that had sweat beading on my flesh.
A heartbeat of stilted time passed between us as he stared at me, I looked down at him, and both of us seemed to hold our breath for him to… do this.
And when he finally buried his face between my thighs, running the tip of his nose through my cleft, and groaned, I felt those vibrations straight to my clit. I reached out with my other hand and gripped his head, holding his hair tightly as he started to devour me.