Total pages in book: 207
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
The marquis' mood swung from one extreme to another in a matter of seconds.
Brooding and fatalistic to feral and urgent with need.
To hell with common sense, to hell with the future, to hell with everything.
He could not risk losing her.
Just fucking couldn't—-
"Master?" Dark eyes solemnly looked up to him. "Have you changed your mind?"
It was a question that his pet should never have had any reason to ask, and with it his decision was made.
"Never."
And when Mihail kissed her again, he made sure that this time, his pet would not have the slightest reason to question his desire for her. He kissed and touched her the way a starving man would when given his first taste of sustenance, his mouth fiercely ravishing hers and his arms tightly winding around her as he carried her inside his room.
After getting rid of his boots and her shoes, he kissed her again as he laid her down on the four-poster bed. His fingers did swift work on the row of pearl buttons at the back of her dress, and when he unclasped the last one, then and only then did he slowly pull back, wanting to savor the sight of his pet as he peeled away the layers of silk that covered her body.
Her dark eyes were now lustrous with desire, and she appeared to him as his own siren and muse, with the shiny sable locks of her fanned against the pristine white pillows. Still holding her gaze captive, he carefully pulled her gown down, and the silk yielded unresistingly to his touch. Inch by inch it bared her skin, and he saw his pet bite her lip as her breasts gradually spilled free of its confines.
For one moment, all he could do was stare at them. So gloriously full, quite larger than he imagined them to be actually, and crowned with rosebud tips that were begging to be suckled.
"M-Master." The feminine stammer had pre-cum wetting the thick head of his cock. "I feel...shy."
And indeed, it appeared that way, with Mihail watching with lustful fascination as his pet blushed from head to toe, her creamy flesh turning into a pale, pretty shade of pink.
Mother of Hell.
She really was the hottest little thing, and for her to be entirely and only his...
A whimper broke out of Rhapsody's throat when the marquis' mouth latched to her nipple without warning.
Sweet angels of Ciel.
Once, years ago, she had accidentally seen Zari and Lord Alexandru being intimate with each other, the vampire sucking on her friend's breast, and it had Rhapsody running away, embarrassed beyond relief.
At that time, she had not felt any physical desire, and had only found the sight disturbing and distressing. The thought of Lord Mihail doing the same thing to her had been upsetting, with Bethany's words ringing in her mind over and over.
She was Not Normal, and therefore no man would ever want her.
And yet—-
Another whimper escaped her lips when the marquis started suckling on her breast, and feelings she had never thought her capable of experiencing exploded inside of her. Her fingers began moving on its own, driving through her Master's dark locks...and then she found herself clutching his head to her breast.
It was then she realized.
She did not want this to end.
"Master..."
A part of her couldn't believe she was crying out to the marquis, begging without words for him to keep his mouth on her breast. But another part of her knew it was inevitable. This pleasure was impossible to give up, and she found herself drowning in its addictive waves as the marquis started alternating between sucking and biting, nipping and teasing. One moment his tongue would circle around the tight bud, another moment his fangs would scrape against the sensitive tips.
It should have terrified her, knowing how sharp those fangs were, but she also knew that the marquis would never hurt her, and so all it became was a dangerous thrill that had her arching under his mouth.
"Please."
And so the marquis' mouth moved to her other breast, and the pleasure started anew, gentle nibbles and leisurely licks at first, and then passionate bites and deep, heavy sucking. And throughout, she dimly felt his other hand moving again, tugging her gown further down her body until it reached her ankles, and she didn't even hesitate.
She kicked them off, and now she was down to the flimsy piece of silk covering her mound—-
Oh!
That was now gone, too, she thought dazedly, with the marquis simply tearing her panties off and tossing the torn fabric to the floor. She was naked now, completely naked, and when he abruptly broke away from her, she lifted her clouded gaze to his and saw her Master getting rid of his clothes with rough haste.
Coat. Dressing shirt. Breeches. Briefs.
And now, he, too, was naked, and Rhapsody couldn't help but stare.