Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
I tried to hold onto the pieces of fabric that barely clung to my body to preserve whatever modesty I could, but it was useless. My breasts were on full display, my sex bare before my captor, and every ounce of dignity shredded from my trembling frame.
“Ah yes, my little bird. I can see you are quite pure. Like the finest gem.” He took hold of the remaining pieces of the nightdress I still held between my fingertips. “A gem I plan to mar.”
The sob I had somehow been holding in up until now finally escaped. I knew what was going to happen, and I also knew there was nothing I could do to stop it—Tore—from happening.
He placed his finger across my mouth, his skin rough against my quivering lips. “Shh, my bird. You don’t need to cry. I promise you that you will love it. Maybe not every single moment of it, but you will eventually love it.”
Shaking my head, I said, “No. No, I won’t. Please.”
Replacing his finger with his lips, Tore kissed me. My first kiss. The first kiss that I had sat locked away in my prison of misery fantasizing about. The dream of my childhood finally came to fruition as this man pressed his lips to mine. This was not the Prince Charming I had pictured, or even the young man stealing a quick peck behind the stable as I had often wished for. No. Not Tore. Not this man.
This man was a savage, an animal, a true huntsman who fed off the wild.
But I was far worse than any of the beasts in this house.
For one reason alone.
I liked the kiss—God help me, I did, and I craved for more. The simple touch awoke a sensation within my deepest core. A tingle shot through me as I inhaled his essence and hungered for more. Desire sizzled in parts of my being I hadn’t known existed before this very minute as Tore pushed his tongue past my partly opened lips to dance with mine.
How could I be so sinful? How could I lust after a man I barely knew? How could a simple kiss pull such powerful feelings from me?
I stood naked before a man who now ran his fingertips down my spine as he pulled me closer into a deeper kiss. His possession of my mouth was gentle, not aggressive as I had imagined it would be when he had first approached me. He was allowing me to taste him. To savor him. To appreciate and truly take in my very first kiss. No matter what was to come, this man gave me the gift of finding pleasure and joy in a first experience that I would never forget. As the kiss continued, my body hummed and lit from the inside. All the darkness of my life before this very moment seemed to vanish with the rays of light exuding from this one simple kiss. And, as though a storm was brewing in the distance, I knew the gentle touch of our lips would soon escalate, so I took this time to simply find joy.
Not wasting a moment, Tore removed his clothes as if disrobing in front of me was completely normal. As he stood nude before me, I averted my eyes so as not to invade his privacy in viewing his indecency.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I refused.
“I said, look at me.”
This time, I did as he asked and glanced his way, making certain to stare directly into his eyes and nowhere else.
“Lower. Look lower.”
I swallowed hard, feeling as if his words had taken hold of my neck and squeezed.
“Yes, look lower,” he said again. “Look at my cock.”
Cock. Such foul language. Such scandalous demands.
I was pure.
Pure.
Why could Tore not see this for himself?
Though defying the man, and what he would do if I upset him, scared me more than staring at his cock.
As my heavy-lidded eyes took in the large member, hard and ready before me, Tore said, “I’m going to put that in you tonight. You know this, correct?”
My lip trembled, but I nodded. There was no sense in fighting the inevitable. My fate had been sealed the minute the huntsmen stole me away.
Without waiting another second, Tore pushed me back onto the bed and traced circles along the heated flesh of the curve of my belly, dipping his hand lower between my legs. His fingers ran along my silky folds, spreading the wetness encountered all over my cunny. Humiliation washed over me and I tensed, attempting to clamp my legs together to conceal my arousal.
What must he think of me? What kind of woman allowed the demon of lust to come so easily?
He removed his hand from between my clenched thighs and spanked the top of my mons. “Do not try to hide from me.” He dipped his finger back to my soaking sex when I spread my legs in surprise from the quick slap. “It pleases me to see that my touch has this effect on you.” He moved his finger to my little pearl and caressed it ever so gently.