Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
I pull in a breath, committing to my role—and to this big, scary, oh-so-exciting step—as I nod. “Yes, boy. I have a thirst that must be quenched.”
“I brought wine. The pink kind you like, milady.” He moves farther into the room, headed toward a large wooden trunk that seems to serve as a coffee table for the space. There are couches on either side of it and perpendicular to those, a neatly made twin bed.
A bed…
That’s the bed, the place where I’m going to lay down a virgin and rise up a sexually educated woman of the world. Or at least a slightly more sexually enlightened one.
Suddenly, the thought isn’t scary at all. It’s tantalizing and the sight of Christian bending over to set down his tray—making his jeans draw tight against his gorgeous backside—has me ready to get this show on the road.
This man is mine for the night and I intend to make the most of it.
“I’m not thirsty for wine, boy,” I say, my imperious tone much more solid this time around.
He turns, arching a brow. “Then what do you thirst for, milady?”
I sway closer, my skirts swishing around my thighs as I move. “I think you know, boy. I’ve seen the way you look at me in the halls of the castle. And I saw you last week, spying on me from behind the curtains while I took my bath.” I run my fingertips lightly across the top of my breasts, still pushed up nearly to my chin in my corset. But the slight discomfort of the costume is totally worth it for the fire that blazes to life in Christian’s eyes as he follows the path of my hand. “Did you like what you saw, boy? Did you wish to touch my bare skin with your hands, the way my attendants do?”
“Touch and…taste, milady.” His hands curl into fists at his sides. “May I have permission to pleasure you, princess? To ease your thirst for love?”
“It isn’t love I want, boy,” I say, my heart galloping in my chest as I stop mere inches away from the delicious man who’s going to be my first. “It’s cock. Do you have a sturdy one? And if so, is it up for the job at hand?”
He reaches out, gripping my wrist and pulling my hand against the front of his jeans, making my breath rush out as I feel how thick and swollen he is behind his fly. “I’m up for the job in every way, milady. My cock is yours for the night. Let me put it to service for your pleasure.”
“Yes, please,” I say as he wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me off my feet as he swings us both toward the bed.
And then his mouth crashes into mine and I’m lost in a swirl of sensation.
I thought I’d had some good kisses in my life, but I’ve never experienced anything like the full-body-blood-rush of Christian’s lips rough and sweet on mine. Christian’s tongue claiming my mouth with deep strokes. Christian’s hands holding me tight as he devours me.
There’s no way this is a pity fuck.
He’s as desperate for me as I am for him, a fact he proves when he guides me to sit on the edge of the bed and drops to his knees in front of me, cupping my breasts through my bodice with a reverent look. “I want to worship every inch of this sweet softness,” he murmurs, bending to kiss the tops of my breasts. He drags his tongue across the top of one and into the cleavage between, making my nipples ache for his touch. “I want to make you whimper and moan and beg for me, milady. I want to make you so wet my cock slides into you like a ship gliding through the waves.”
My head falling back, I breathe, “Yes, serving boy. Undress me. But be quick about it. My husband could be back at any moment. Sating this thirst is dangerous.”
“I don’t care,” he says, working open the buttons at the front of my bodice. “I’d gladly risk death for a night in your bed. In your body…”
A part of me wants to tell Christian what a fantastic actor he is—truly, he could have had a career on the stage—but that would be breaking the fourth wall, and I’m currently too distracted by him guiding my bodice open and down my arms. He lays it gently on the floor as his hands return to cup my breasts through the corset and chemise beneath. “I don’t know how to remove such clothing, milady. I’m a humble man, with no knowledge of fine things. You’re the first noble woman to allow me between her thighs.”
“And I’ll be the last,” I say as I reach back, quickly loosening the ribbons holding my skirts on in the back before undoing the strings on the corset. “If I find out you’ve had your manhood in any other woman in the castle, I’ll cut it off, boy. Your cock is mine.”