Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 112866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
But what baffled me even more is when they swore that the strange phenomena had generated from my room. I ran my fingertip over the mark on my neck as I wondered not for the first time if this had something to do with all that I’d supposedly missed.
He’d said it was his doing and though I believe him, it still doesn’t answer the question of how. What was I doing when he was this close to me? I have no recollection other than the dreams that I’d forgotten before his earlier invasion.
Now I keep getting glimpses of him and I in the dream world. And in those glimpses I felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. My mind tried to shy away, to stop myself from getting too close but it was no use. Whatever had happened to me during the night had opened up a window that I could no longer close on my own. But the fear was still there.
Although I knew he was here I still jumped at the commanding tone in his voice when he bid me to let him in. Patrick started to fuss but within seconds his head was resting on his chest and he was fast asleep. I looked towards the window where Lucien was hovering above the sill looking in, watching me.
He must’ve read my mind, seen the indecision there. Because before I could make up my mind whether or not I wanted to open the window, he transported himself through the closed panes and landed on his feet in front of me.
I took a quick step back even as my breath hitched and my heart sped up. This is really happening. His Royal Highness Crown Prince Lucien Star is in my bedroom. My eyes travelled up his long muscular form in matching black slacks and turtleneck, coming to rest on his eyes.
He looked even better than my memory of him and I could feel the pull like a magnetic field the longer I looked at him. The mark on my neck felt like a heated stone had been pressed against it and it was all I could do not to rub it in his presence.
“Does it hurt?” He came towards me and like a ninny I stood still until he was standing just inches away from me. I started to shake my head no but then his hand was there, touching, inflaming. I didn’t feel like the ancient being that I am, but more like the giddy headed nymph I’m apt to be once a month when my body goes through its metamorphosis.
This couldn’t have happened at a worst time, right when my body’s about to betray me, when I tend to lose myself and become someone else. I started to say something, I don’t remember what, because he leaned down even as he drew me in closer; and licked my neck.
Liquid heat pooled between my thighs and I felt my tummy quiver in need as I started to drown in unfamiliar sensation. I felt raw, needy; wanton. I wanted to rub my body along the front of his because I knew he had what I needed to quench this sudden persistent ache between my thighs and beyond.
My breasts felt heavy and they ached for the feel of his mouth, his tongue; his teeth… “Fuck!” Oh shit, did I just swear? The word seemed to stop him in his tracks and his second of hesitation was all that I needed to escape from his grasp; or so I thought.
‘Stay where you are!” Oh mercy, I felt those words vibrate through my middle as his lips grazed the soft skin of my neck right where he’d left that damn mark. I was torn between wanting to see what he was going to do next and running. My curiosity won out though because I’d lost control of my senses.
“Right this second, you’re not afraid of me!” His voice seemed very hypnotic, like tentacles of smoke it wrapped itself around my senses and took me under. I’m not sure if it was purposely but…shit, damn and blast I’m in trouble. His mouth moved against my skin as he held me in place with just the barest touch of his hand on my waist, and yet I couldn’t move.
I caught myself leaning my head out of the way so he could continue with what he was doing. In my mind I saw myself laid out before him, naked, ready, willing. My blood heated in my veins and I keened low and long in my lungs as he took me under, way under. I felt the sharp edges of his incisors and came careening out of whatever state he’d lulled me into.
“Natalia!”
“No, I can’t do this!” I’d propelled myself out of his arms in fright and was now standing a good ten feet away, out of arm’s reach, out of danger…for now. Just the touch of his incisors, were enough to remind me of all that could go wrong. I stood there shaking with need and fear.