Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Back on Earth, I had never reacted this way to sex because I had never felt anything. Could I really give up the exquisite pleasure Vik’tor was giving me to go back to my humdrum, non-sexual existence back home? But what other choice did I have?
Forget about that—don’t think about it now! I ordered myself, but the thoughts kept intruding and they were interfering with my pleasure. I could feel my orgasm hovering just out of reach but I couldn’t quite get to it, no matter how hard I tried.
Vik’tor seemed to sense my problem because after a moment he looked up, panting, his mouth and chin shiny with my juices.
“What is it, baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse with lust. “I can feel your sweet little pussy quivering but you’re not quite getting there.”
I shook my head desperately.
“I don’t know…I’m just…too much in my head. But I don’t want to stop.”
“I don’t either,” Vik’tor admitted. He licked his lips, exposing his fangs. “Fucking love the way you taste, little girl.”
The sight of his fangs gave me an idea.
“Vik’tor,” I said desperately. “I’m so close. Can’t you just make me come?”
“Make you?” He frowned. “You mean—?”
“Bite me!” I begged him. “Bite me and inject your pleasure venom—make me come.”
His eyes went heavy lidded and I had the idea that I’d just suggested something that made him incredibly hot.
“If you really want me to, baby,” he growled. “I know you’ve never let a male bite your inner thigh before.”
“No, I haven’t but I want you to now,” I told him. “Please, Vik’tor—bite me!”
“With pleasure, little girl,” he murmured. Then he bent his head and sank his fangs into my inner thigh.
The pleasure was immediate and intense. My orgasm was no longer out of reach—instead it rushed through me like a hurricane-force wind, buffeting me fiercely with its intensity. My whole body lit up as though I’d been struck by lightning and I gave a sharp cry as my back arched right off the table where I was laying. My grip on Vik’tor’s horns tightened so much I was sure I would have imprints of them on my palms the next day and still the pleasure came.
And with it, came a vision.
I saw a woman on a golden throne with long blonde hair and sympathetic eyes. She looked to be about my age and she was smiling at me—smiling and nodding her head.
Then a voice spoke—the same voice that always spoke in my visions—only this time I saw the woman’s mouth move and knew that she was the one who was speaking. In fact, she had been the one all along.
That which may be. If you wish to bond, you must be both penetrated and pierced, she told me.
“But…but Vik’tor said we couldn’t. We tried before and it didn’t work,” I said to her in my vision.
“It will work,” she told me. “If you will it, it will work.”
And then the vision faded, leaving me still moaning with pleasure on the table as Vik’tor finished biting me and finally withdrew his fangs.
“Gods, baby, your blood tastes almost as good as your honey,” he growled—which would have been a weird thing to say if he was anyone else. But I was happy he liked my taste—in all ways. And now I knew what I had to do.
“Vik’tor,” I murmured, holding out my arms to him. “Take me to bed and make love to me.”
He looked indecisive.
“Maybe I shouldn’t. It’s only going to make things harder when you want to leave me.”
“Who says I want to leave?” I murmured. “But even if I do, I want you at least one more time—want you inside me. Please?”
“Gods, baby—I can’t say no to you,” he groaned. Rising from his knees to tower over me, he reached down to scoop me into his arms.
I went willingly, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck so I was clinging to him as he held me. Vik’tor cradled me, with his big hands cupping my ass as he carried me into the bedroom of his ship. It was dark, done in masculine colors—brown and deep blue—but I wasn’t paying attention to the décor. I just wanted him inside me—wanted him to Bond me to him.
And now I thought I knew how to do it.
FIFTY-SIX
NATALIE
Vik’tor put me on the bed and began rapidly stripping off his clothes while I did the same. There was an unspoken agreement—we didn’t want anything between us when we made love. This time it was going to be skin-on-skin—the two of us wrapped up in each other for hours.
When we were both nude, Vik’tor gave my naked body an appreciative glance.
“Gods, I love your curves, baby. How do you want to do this?”
“I want to try something new.” Reaching for him, I pulled him down to sit on the bed beside me. Then I pushed at his broad chest, directing him to the head of the bed.