Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
The sun takes an eternity to sink below the horizon. Finally, when the country is hidden in shadows and the sconces on the walls of my room have burned to life, I bathe, letting the hot water soothe the ache of all my pent-up energy. I dress, knowing that Elle will not see the items I’m wearing. I allow myself a few small comforts in the clothes I wear, as there is no one else but Elle and even she will not lay eyes on what covers my body. As I dress, I’m reminded of my image. Nothing but a beast.
My feet carry me down the halls to the room where she sleeps almost without thought. The objects that decorate the walls and alcoves might once have meant something to me, but they are only objects now. Once they bestowed wealth and elegance and grandeur. Now they represent the regretful past. The only thing that makes me care about them is that Elle has spent time in the castle, coming to know it as her home, and so she must have seen them, too. It is only the act of her taking any amount of joy in the decorations that gives them value.
I stop outside her door and knock.
The beast idly wishes to burst through the door, perhaps even tear it off the hinges, and leave it in splinters so that no door can ever separate the two of us again. Elle takes a quick breath on the other side of the door.
“Yes?”
I imagine for a few moments that I have caught her in the heat of lust, thinking of me, but push the thought from my head.
“Put the blindfold on,” I order. I intend to command her, but the words come out softer than I meant for them to. Almost as if in invitation.
There is quiet rustling on the other side of the door. With the beast’s senses, I can tell that she is climbing out of the bed. Her footsteps cross to where the wardrobe is. The door opens, then closes. Does she keep the blindfold hanging up next to her hair ribbons? Is it front and center when she is not in her room, an essential part of her outside. Her footsteps move away from the wardrobe and the door.
“It’s in place,” she calls, her sweet voice causing my cock to harden even more. In some ways, it’s unbearable to have Elle in my home, and this is one of those ways. Forcing myself to wait because she cannot be allowed to see me. What little trust we have built would be broken. And I enjoy her very much obedient.
I steady myself, giving her another moment to prepare, then open the door. I enter the room to find Elle standing in a long white nightgown in the middle of the floor, her feet bare and her hair spilling over her shoulders. My cock twitches at the sight of the firelight in her hair, bringing to mind how she looked in the terrarium earlier today. It was only hours ago, but it feels as if I’ve waited forever for this moment.
Now the black blindfold shines in the firelight, covering her eyes. I move at a restrained pace across the room and put my hand to her neck, feeling the thrum of her pulse beneath her skin and the rhythm of her breath. Elle instantly tips her face up to mine, her full lips parted and a pretty blush in her cheeks. Her pulse quickens under my palm. Elle trembles, but she does not reach for me. She obediently keeps her hands at her sides until I lower my face to hers and kiss her.
It is more controlled than the kiss we shared in the dining room, but it is no less deep. I mean to taste her without the beast pushing his way forward and taking over, though I cannot keep him down fully when she tastes so sweet, and her mouth is so soft and pliant and submissive for me.
The kiss deepens and Elle gasps, reaching for me and taking my shirt in her hands. She holds on as I lick into her mouth, thread my fingers through her hair, and tilt her head back to the angle I want. She sighs into my mouth, and I feel her wanting thick between us. As I kiss her, the tension grows, Elle’s hands roam over my chest, and finally I pick her up in my arms and take her to the bed.
Elle arches her back as I lower her to the comforter, begging with her body to be touched. I kiss her there, too, and suck at the side of her neck, dotting her skin with shallow bites. I don’t need to mark her here as well. I just want to remind her of how it feels to be bitten, and from Elle’s gasps and moans, she hasn’t forgotten. It was everything to me. Something that must be done. Her hips move underneath me, and she makes more contact through her nightgown. I slide one hand under it to one of her thighs and push it up to her waist, exposing her legs and her nakedness underneath.