Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
The beard on my face itched to run along the same line that my tongue would’ve just descended. Tickling and teasing while I made her moan for more.
She shifted in her sleep, going from her stomach to her back, causing my belly to clench at seeing her unbound breasts.
They weren’t on the large side, but they definitely weren’t small, either.
Over my nearly a thousand years on this earth, I’d seen many breasts. Big. Small. Large nipples. Small nipples. Red. Brown. Pierced. Not pierced.
But these, on this woman? They were definitely the best ones I’d ever seen.
Tight little berries tipped on the top of pale brown nipples. Those nipples took up a small amount of her breast, making me nearly positive that I could bring every single bit of the areola inside my mouth as I sucked them.
My eyes traveled down from her breasts, stalling slightly at her belly button where I saw a piercing hanging. A red apple hung from a charm off the barbell, drawing my eyes and holding my attention for a few long seconds.
But then her legs shifted, causing my eyes to move down to the apex of her thighs.
She had hair between her legs. Not a lot, but enough that it definitely gave the impression of her being all woman.
I’d seen a lot of pussies over my time as well. Hairy and not so hairy. But I always seemed to lean toward the women that had hair. It made me feel like I wasn’t fucking some child.
And as my eyes took in everything that was Acadia with her dusky brown pebbled nipples, long legs, flared hips, and perfectly manicured pubic hair, I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish this night out without taking her.
She would be mine.
Every single inch of her I’d taste, and fuck. And when this night was over, and day turned to night once again, there wouldn’t be one single inch of her that didn’t belong to me once I was done.
I palmed my dick as I looked at her, pumping it twice as I tried to decide whether I should wake her up or not.
“Constantine?”
My eyes flew to her face, and I moved fast, covering her body with my own.
“You can see me?” I said, drawing my finger down the length of her cheek. “You’re awake?”
She nodded mutely, her eyes taking me in.
That was another added bonus to ingesting my blood. She now had enhanced vision that enabled her to see in the dark.
Any vampire’s blood would offer added benefits to whoever ingested the blood but mine had a lot of power packed into it, even when it was only a few short sips like Acadia had taken.
The erotic memory of her lips licking my blood from my skin was enough to harden my cock impossibly further.
“I didn’t want you to leave,” I told her. “I have a lot of things…”
She stopped my explanation with a kiss.
The moment her mouth slammed down onto my own, I tightened my fists in her hair and took control. My tongue found hers, and when she darted her tongue into my mouth, my fangs slid down.
“Careful,” I gasped. “You’ll cut yourself.”
She didn’t care.
She brought my mouth back down to hers, and her tongue swept back inside.
The moment her tongue came into contact with one of my fangs, her flavor burst on my tongue.
An explosion of need roared through me instantly, and everything that I was only barely able to suppress while converting Chen to a vampire—the day I’d tasted her blood for the second time—came roaring back.
My dick hardened. Lengthened. Pulsed.
My fangs elongated even farther.
My heart, which long ago had stopped beating unless I was experiencing dire emotions, started to thud.
Sluggish at first, it picked up speed, and slowly started to beat so hard that I swore she could feel it.
My skin heated where she touched me.
I wasn’t cold-blooded. In fact, I was warm-blooded. It wasn’t a human’s warmth, in fact, it was about ten degrees cooler.
But the feel of her hands moving up to my neck felt like my skin was boiling.
And then she started to lift her hips up in invitation. An invitation that I clearly recognized, processed, and executed in a matter of moments.
Shifting my legs, I continued the kiss as I settled myself between her now splayed thighs.
She moaned when my cock came into contact with her overheated core. Lights started to dance in her eyes as something came over her, and suddenly I no longer had a tame woman underneath me.
Now I had a wild woman. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
I growled, loving the feel of her writhing beneath me.
She moved so much, in fact, that my cock found its way to her entrance.
It took everything I had in me not to shove inside of her so hard that she screamed.