Ocean of Sin and Starlight Read Online Karina Halle

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
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My breath hitches, wondering what he’s about to do.

He presses my largest toe against his lips.

Please don’t tell me he’s about to eat my toes before I have a chance to enjoy them.

But when he opens his mouth, he gently sucks my toe. His teeth don’t make an appearance.

My eyes flutter closed, head back against the wood, because I’ve never felt anything like this before. Is this normal for humans? Toe-sucking? Or is it because every part of me is brand new?

“Does that feel good?” he murmurs as he pulls my toe out of his mouth, caressing it with his tongue as he keeps staring at me intently.

I nod, letting out a breathless moan. It does feel good, especially as I start imagining what that tongue might feel like on other parts of me. Still, I am exaggerating, because I know the more aroused I seem, the more he’s going to want to explore the rest of me.

And the more I can exploit his weaknesses.

His gaze drops to my mouth, then to my breasts, my nipples hardening from the graze of his tongue, then to my belly and the shadows between my thighs. His nostrils flare, and I realize he’s sniffing me. A muscle feathers on his jaw, his pupils expanding until his eyes seem black.

He starts running his tongue over the top of my foot now, his hands working their way down my calf, the surprisingly sensitive spot under my knee, down my thighs.

Then he lowers my leg back down, seeming to hesitate, but I take the opportunity to wrap my legs around his waist. It’s keeping me supported and him enclosed.

A trap.

His gaze falls between my legs, and he inhales sharply again.

“Please,” I whisper to him. “Touch me there. I need to know if I can feel.”

He frowns, but it’s a look of utter helplessness.

I bite my lip, but I’m really biting back my smile.

I might be the one nailed to a cross, but I’m finally in control.

Chapter Nine

PRIEST

Larimar’s words ring in my head.

Touch me.

Touch me there.

And there is no mistaking what she means.

Her supple, surprisingly strong legs are wrapped around my waist, her heels touching at the small of my back, and directly in front of my hardened cock is her cunt. Small, wet, so perfectly pink.

I think I might burst into flames. Damnation is coming for me in one fell swoop.

Part of me is sounding the alarm, telling me to get out of there. The spell worked, and she’s a human. I gave her what she wanted; she doesn’t deserve anything else.

But I want to touch her.

I think I might die if I don’t.

Not for her, but for me.

Because I barely remember what it was like to explore a woman’s body.

Because it’s been centuries since I took my vows.

Because I want, crave, need to feel her from the inside. I want to touch, suck, taste this ripe new cunt.

Aragon, you’re becoming an animal, the tiny voice in my head says. Tread carefully, or you might stay an animal.

But why should I deny myself what I truly am?

Oh, I am truly bargaining with myself now.

“Please,” she says again on another ragged, whispered moan. With the spell, I took away her ability to scream or raise her voice, so she’ll always be stuck whispering, but these breathless sounds are like a lightning bolt to my cock.

Fuck it.

With a grunt, I run my hand down the downy softness of her inner thigh, so pale, so perfect, until my fingertips brush against her bare cunt, warm and smooth as velvet.

Christ, I swear, though he can’t help me now.

No one can.

She sucks in her breath and stares at me in such a way that I feel like I’m falling down a rabbit hole. And I thought bloodsuckers were the only ones who could compel. Then again, she is a Syren. It’s what they’re known for.

And in this moment, I don’t care.

I slide my hand up until my fingers meet her where she’s hot and wet, so damn wet, and I fear my cock might break through my trousers.

She groans, her head rolling back, her mouth open, and I feel like a starving man at a banquet, ravenous and wild and unsure where to start. I want to lick the blood that still trickles from the puncture wounds I left in her neck. I want to kiss that hot, wet mouth. I want to take my cock out and thrust it inside her until the breath is knocked out of her lungs, another way of nailing her to this cross.

Your vows, I remind myself. Remember your vows, Father.

I grunt in frustration and then drive two fingers inside her instead.

She gasps, staring at me with wide eyes as I start pumping my hand, letting her coat me. My thumb slides to her clit, swollen already with need, and I can’t help but moan myself, the feeling of her satiny smooth, slick skin enough to make me lose my mind.


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