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)
She trailed off, shaking her head. I thought she looked utterly beautiful—her long curls were all askew and her cheeks were flushed. Her big brown eyes had a warm intensity. My robe, which she was still wearing, had come open up top to show her large breasts capped with berry-ripe nipples that looked so tight I longed to suck them. And her scent—well, her scent was incredible. So fucking hot it made me want to take her then and there on the expensive Andolean woven rug in front of the fire.
“So…you’ve never come before?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around it.
She shook her head.
“Never. I tried and tried. Nothing helped. I eventually gave it up.” She looked at me wonderingly. “What is the chemical break-down of that pleasure venom, anyway? If I could manufacture it, I bet I could make a fortune if I ever get back to Earth. Imagine—instant orgasm juice!” She laughed weakly.
“Uh, I don’t know if it would work that way for other females or not,” I told her. “I mean, it’s meant mostly to numb the pain of the bite and to give a soft, pleasant sensation to the female being bitten. But I’ve never heard of any other woman having an orgasm because of it.”
“You mean that’s never happened with you before?” She frowned at me. “I mean, when you bite a girl? You do bite other girls—right?”
“I have to—I need blood,” I said, shrugging. “But no—it’s never happened to any of the Blood Brides I use when I need blood.”
Natalie shook her head.
“Well, they don’t know what they’re missing. Damn, that was crazy.”
She arched her back, stretching like a feline and I felt my shaft—which was already hard—get even harder. Gods, she was beautiful! I liked the way she was so open about the pleasure my bite had given her and the way she had reacted while I was biting her. None of the Blood Brides I hired to quench my Thirst reacted even remotely when I bit them. They all stood as still as marble statues, keeping their eyes averted from mine—clearly just waiting for it to be over.
But not Natalie—she was upfront about how my bite had made her feel and I fucking loved it. Of course, what man doesn’t want to know that he’s giving pleasure to a beautiful woman? It’s definitely a stroke to the ego, I can tell you. Especially since her hot, aroused scent let me know there was no way she was faking it—Natalie was completely genuine and I liked that about her. Liked it a hell of a lot.
“My bite does seem to have affected you, baby,” I murmured, nodding at the gaping front of the robe, which was showing her bare breasts.
“Oh!” She looked down at herself and bit her lip…but made no move to close the robe. “I shouldn’t be letting you see me like this—you’ll get the wrong idea,” she said.
“Or the right one,” I said, still looking at her—I couldn’t look away. Her breasts were so large and full—Naggian women have tiny, pale breasts with nearly colorless nipples and Braxian women have a more athletic build—their breasts are like overdeveloped pectoral muscles. But Natalie’s breasts were ripe and soft and round and her skin was that gorgeous smooth brown while her nipples were so dark and tight.
I longed to cup one of her full globes in my hand and feel its weight in my palm…to thumb her tight peak and see if she reacted for me.
“No, but I’m not that kind of whore,” she protested, shifting in the chair, but still making no move to cover up. “I don’t…I mean, I am but I only sell my blood.”
“I know,” I murmured. “And you only sell it from your wrist and arms—not your neck and thighs, right?”
“Exactly.” She shifted again, thrusting her breasts out a little further, as though to give me a better look. “You’re looking at me like you want to eat me up, Vik’tor,” she murmured, her voice soft and interested.
“That’s exactly what I’d like to do, little girl,” I growled. “I’d fucking love to spread your thighs and eat you—I’d bite you first though, see if I could make you come again. Then I’d lick that luscious little pussy you’re hiding and let you ride my face a while and make you come that way.”
“Oh my God!” she nearly moaned, shifting again and I could tell by her scent that the way I was talking to her—telling her what I wanted to do to her—was turning her on. “I…I thought that was forbidden in Naggian society,” she said, raising her eyebrows.
“Eating pussy is forbidden in Naggian society, but it’s fucking integral to Braxians,” I told her. “I definitely take after my Braxian side there. I fucking love to lick pussy.”