Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
“Stop this. Go away,” I said again, more firmly, willing it to be so.
The presence stepped up right behind me. Leaned over me, intimidating, exciting . . . dangerous. His mouth neared the shell of my ear, his breath stirring the sensitive nerves on the back of my neck.
“Do you really want that?” His voice was low and silky, eliciting a delicious concoction of warning and desire. “Or should I stay long enough to give you the satisfaction you crave?”
It somehow felt so much more intense that he wasn’t touching me; his words, his scent, his breath caressing me in ways I couldn’t seem to fight. I tried valiantly, but he was more intoxicating than any manufactured drug, and possibly just as potent.
Go away.
He straightened, as though hearing the words I couldn’t seem to utter.
Fuck off.
He stepped back, giving me space. A chill accosted me, leaving me feeling bereft without his proximity. There he stood patiently, waiting.
I clenched my fists, squeezed my eyes shut, and willed my mouth to give the command.
Unfortunately, my body was calling the shots.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
Chapter 2
Aurelia
An urgency I’d never experienced before overwhelmed me. On my knees, on the ground, I tried to rub my thighs together to alleviate the mounting pressure of my craving for this man. My body shook from suppressed need, my lack of control in this situation sending adrenaline and arousal spreading over my nerve endings. My peaked breasts, raw and sensitive, rubbed against the thin fabric of my clothing. My jaw clenched as sweat beaded along my forehead.
I needed his touch, desperately. His hard cock pumping inside me. His teeth scraping against my shoulder, ready to bite down.
I internally struggled with the thoughts running through my mind. This wasn’t just a light fantasy; it felt devastating. I couldn’t seem to step out from underneath this drug. This delicious euphoria consumed me, refusing to let me escape with my usual tricks. If I kept pushing back on it, my journey would take a sharp turn. I’d end up like Raz, except I’d be out in the open, undoubtedly leaving the path and wandering the forest. I could not allow that to happen. The punishment this time would cripple me.
Was there even any danger? The feeling of being watched earlier had occurred when I was working that Moonfire Lily. It had felt the same as a moment ago. Had I imagined the emberflies scattering? Was any of this real?
Thinking logically . . . there was no way a man could’ve slipped through Granny’s incredibly tight security and then decided to leisurely entertain a woman on a dark path, waiting for her consent to do so. That seemed very far-fetched.
Not so far-fetched was succumbing to one of my products, railing against it, wandering the wood, and getting punished to within an inch of my life. I’d been warned when I’d left the path before. I was not in a hurry to do it again, emberflies, predators, and strangers be damned.
Taking a deep breath—and in disbelief I was making this decision—I sank into this feeling. These were the hazards of my trade. I let go of any reservations and gave in to it totally.
Someone’s voice echoed in the silence, far away. I couldn’t make out the words. Strange desires seeped into me, wild thoughts of the stranger mounting me like some ravaged beast. Oh gods, I wanted him to rut wildly. To dominate me. To claim me. My wetness soaked through my clothes. I didn’t even know what he looked like. The darkness shrouded his appearance. He could obviously see me, though. There was something provocative in the realization that he could detail everything about me . . . and I didn’t even know the color of his eyes.
The stranger’s knuckles trailed down my hair, the gentle caress so at odds with the wild, untamed beast I sensed within him. It was only when those same long fingers speared into my tresses, using the loose strands like a leash to gently push me forward, that I moaned. My palms hit the dirt. I may not have been bowing down to him, but I was an offering, bent over in supplication, on hands and knees.
“That’s right,” he growled, leaning over me from behind, his hand touching down on my ass. It spanned a whole cheek. A vibration ran through my body, the feeling so fucking delicious.
His hand trailed to the other cheek and then to my center. His fingers ran down my cloth-covered core, his middle finger tracing the seam of my trousers. My breathing turned heavy as the tip of his middle finger found the right spot and rubbed.
My eyelids fluttered and I dropped my head, gyrating my hips slowly. Holy fuck, he knew exactly where and how firm to touch, exactly how fast to go. The guy was good with his hands.