Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
He smells so good, Estrella thought out of the blue and was thus unable to resist taking another whiff. His scent was intoxicating, a mix of fire, earth, and something else. Something...forbidden.
Hot water was already bubbling invitingly in the tub, and Estrella couldn't help sighing in blissful pleasure as he lowered her into the water. She felt him move back, and when she heard the unmistakable sound of clothes being removed, her eyes flew open.
OH.
This time, she couldn't stop staring, couldn't stop drinking in every lethal, masculine inch of his perfection. How overwhelmingly tall he still felt, and the sheer length of him made her feel deliciously small and womanly. Scars marred his chest and legs, but she found each and every one of them beautiful. Sexy was such a pale and inadequate word to describe him, but that was what he was, and try as she might, she couldn't stop her gaze from moving towards what was between his legs—-
Estrella's audible gulp made her husband crack a smirk as he got inside the tub with her.
My size. Still...worries you?
She tried to answer but was distracted by the way Lysander had placed her between his legs. And then he was gently pulling her close, until her back was pressed fully against his chest, and there was no way - absolutely no way for her to pretend that it wasn't his overly large, overly excited (overly everything actually) cock rubbing against her ass.
There was another audible gulp, and Lysander's smirk was practically audible.
Not funny, she mumbled in her mind.
"You're...right."
She gasped.
"Not funny, but...terribly...sweet." And by the time Lysander finished speaking, water had splashed out of the tub as Estrella twisted around to look at him, wide-eyed in surprise.
"You're talking now," she exclaimed.
His lips pressed together. "Never lost...it. But I'm also...different now." Not wanting to waste more time while he was still struggling to regain his fluency in human speech, he stared at Estrella and showed her how in the two years he spent battling against Ammon, Lysander had been forced to communicate with the beast in ancient ways that had no use for words.
"So now..." His voice was still slightly guttural as he renewed his efforts to speak. "I'm trying to...get used to...speaking. Again. But..."
Estrella saw Lysander's gaze suddenly turn sly.
"You...make...it...easier."
Her eyes widened, and she unconsciously pointed at herself. "Me? How?"
Violet eyes gleamed at her. "The more...you come..."
Her jaw dropped.
"The more...rational...and...powerful...I become." And when this time, she only stared at him, he could no longer help it. He threw his head back with a laugh, and though it sounded like the devil coughing out blood...
The flabbergasted look on his mate's face was worth it.
Unable to resist the urge to feel her skin, he ran his knuckles down one blushing cheek, saying, I told you...didn't I? The beast in me...craves...constantly.
"For me?"
Yes.
He watched her gnaw at her lip and fought hard against the urge to gnaw it for her, knowing that to do so to lead to things best left delayed...for now.
"If that's true," she was saying shakily, "then why haven't you still..."
Fuck...you?
Estrella let out a little moan of embarrassment, but the sound quickly turned into a whimper when she felt his fingers reach for her underwater.
It's because...this is...still...too small.
One finger slowly pushed inside of her as he spoke, and Estrella gasped anew as all thoughts in her mind dissipated.
But...don't worry. I'm...working...on it.
A second finger pushed in, and she quickly became a wet, trembling mess. "Lysander—-" His fingers pushed deeper, filling and stretching her, until all she could do was close her eyes and gasp. Oh...oh...oh. Her head fell back. Practice makes perfect, right? So...well...who was she to say no to this—-
A sexy, gruff sound played in her mind.
The Prince of Beasts...was laughing. At her.
Oh, frack!
Why did she keep forgetting he could hear her thoughts?
Chapter Eight
The twins arrived just while Lysander and Estrella were having breakfast. But when she tried to scramble off his lap, her husband wouldn't have it at all, his arm around her waist tightening even as she heard the twins' footsteps getting closer.
I've never sat on any guy's lap before—-
GOOD.
She rolled her eyes at him. That's not the point I was trying to make!
But Lysander simply stared back at her. Stay.
The command in his voice was irresistible, and so when the Fournier brothers finally came to join them at the table, it was to find the princess seated on the prince's knee while Lysander fed her slices of cheese and meat.
The twins smirked, and she glared at them, knowing that they were very much relishing the sight of her being so docile. It was payback, for all the times she had gone against their instructions.
Meanwhile, Lysander was asking the two men about some report he requested, his voice careful and deliberate as he spoke his words out loud. His voice was no longer as rusty, but it seemed as if its gravelly tone was there to stay.