Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I have so many questions. Krav often seems irritated when I ask them. A part of me wants to keep the peace and stay quiet. But shutting up about my feelings and tolerating all kinds of behavior from my man sure as hell didn't work for me back on Earth. If there’s one silver lining in my current situation, it has to be this: Pyreda is my chance at a fresh start.
Strange that it took a trip to a different freaking planet to get me the best sex of my life, but I’m rolling with it. If being here also clinches me the man—or demon—of my dreams and family I’ve always wanted, well, that would just be the icing, cherry, and sprinkles on the sundae.
A dark rumble draws me out of my reverie. Krav looms in the doorway, framed by his arched, imposing wings. His tail lashes the air behind him, as it always does when he’s getting ready to pounce on me. He can stand still and menacing, but his tail betrays his mood.
His growl vibrates through every fiber of my body, and a bolt of desire makes my pussy clench. Wetness trickles down the insides of my thighs. The air fills with the heady scent of our combined arousal.
“You promised to show me your gratitude.” He extends a hand tipped with wicked claws. I have to be careful when I take it, or I’ll slice myself on their razor-sharp edges. But I’ll still take it, even when his touch promises both pleasure and pain. Especially then.
I lift my chin, feeling small and vulnerable, naked except for one of the bizarre cloths they use for towels around here. He’s so massive compared to me, his horns and wings making him twice as tall as I am. A creature born of nightmares. If he’d appeared in my bedroom back home, I’d have hollered blue murder and busted a hole in the wall to make my escape.
Here, in my new reality, I want to climb him like a tree—a big, demonic tree from hell.
I drop the towel. The fire flares in his mystic topaz eyes. I pose for a moment, letting him drink me in. My skin is flushed from the bath. My hair is still wet, and now, thanks to his incessant growling, my pussy is dripping onto the rug.
His hand is still extended. Unfurling one finger, he beckons. “Come to me, pet.”
My heart pounding, I drop to all fours and crawl to him. It should be humiliating, crawling naked across a room, but my clit is throbbing. Once I’m at his feet, I hesitate a moment before rising to tall knees and reaching for his belt.
“Good girl,” Krav murmurs. “Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”
His words go straight to my groin, stoking the fire between my legs. It seems to take forever to undo his belt and peel his breeches far enough down his muscular thighs to free his dick. While I’ve done this before, it’s still intimidating. His shaft jerks, huge and purple and lined with those hard ridges. If Satan designed a dildo, it would look like this.
I lick my lips and gaze up at him pleadingly, but he doesn’t move to help me. His black beard hides his cruel smile.
When I reach for his cock, he tugs me back by my hair. “Lips and tongue only.”
His delicious musk makes my senses swim. Angling my head, I lick up one side of his shaft and down the other. I can’t see his face, but I can picture him staring down at me, pretending to be impervious to the pleasure he’s feeling. The pleasure I’m giving him. His feedback comes in the form of tiny shifts in his posture, the creak of his wings, and his fingers clenching in my hair. At least he’s retracted those claws.
I delve my tongue into the notch in the tip of his cock, savoring the sweet and salty flavor. He tastes so good. I stretch my mouth over the crown, and hum. A jolt runs through him and his wings flap with a heavy leather sound. Guiding my head, he takes control, forcing himself deeper into my throat. I relax and let his magic take over. He has to be using it—there’s no way I could take him this deep otherwise. I moan, and the sound hums along his length. His fingers tighten painfully in my hair, and his cock pulses and starts to expand further, the base stretching my lips. His knot. Jerking his hips back until he’s halfway out, he comes with a roar, his rhythmic spurts flooding my mouth, sliding down my throat. The flavor rockets through me, driving me wild. I snake my tongue around the head of his cock again, lapping up every drop. It’s too good to waste.