Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Insanity.
Juliette was the first girl that had accidentally farted in his presence. Snorted at his words. And now this. She was the first girl he had seen drooling in her sleep, and somehow, when he thought about all of these things—-
Insanity.
It only made Gaël realize that he indeed wanted to be the man to consume the blood of her deflowering.
GOODBYE FOR NOW, POSTERS, photo books, and pouch-containing one-strand-of-her-guardian's-hair that she kept under her pillow every night!
By the time Juliette was done cleaning with her room, she could barely keep her eyes open as she took a shower, and Juliette immediately fell into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Oh no!
Juliette wanted to knock her stupid sleepy head against the wall when she woke up and saw that it was already two in the morning.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
Who in the world would ask a man to take her virginity, only to fall asleep while waiting for their midnight rendezvous? Gaël would never think of her as a woman after this! She would always be a child to him—-
A low, sexy chuckle played out from one of the dark corners of her bedroom, and Juliette let out a shaken gasp when she saw her guardian emerge from the shadows.
Ooooooooh....myyyyyyy.
Juliette had years of practice controlling her reaction whenever the sight of Gaël caught her unawares. But as this was the first time ever for Gaël to be inside of her bedroom (and with the door locked!), her hard-earned skills in keeping her composure went straight out of the window, and as her dazed gaze took in the sexy, tousled mess of his white-blond hair, before drifting down to the sculpted angles of his beautiful face and the chiseled panes of his chest under the thin cotton fabric of his shirt—-
"Gaël..."
It was not the first time he had heard his ward utter his name. But what made this unique was the way her voice was so damn soft and breathless, and when combined with the rapid beating of her heart and the way moonlight streaming from the window revealed how her nipples were now puckered against the loose, silken fit of her nightgown—-
Fuck.
He had been hard and aching the entire time he was watching her sleep, but now that she was awake, and her body made more seductive with how the moon's silver sheen caressed her skin—-
It was now he realized that there was no way after this he would ever see his ward as a child again.
His Juliette was all womanly flesh, and so fucking hot he could barely think straight as she stared up at him with a contradicting mixture of shyness and eagerness.
Gaël could see that she had no idea of how she was gobbling him up with her doe-like eyes, and he could not help but wonder how and when her desire for him had begun. Since she had always been a dutiful ward in the past, could this sudden change be attributed to her first day in class with Professor Gustav? Was that all it had taken for his ward to awaken her womanhood and make her realize she found him attractive?
The idea struck him as preposterous at first, but when he thought of how a single spark had also caused his own desire to burn into being—-
"Gaël?"
His ward's uncertain tone made Gaël's jaw clench. "What is it?" He saw her bite her lip as if further hesitating, and he asked abruptly, "Have you changed your mind about tonight?"
Several moments passed, and it was only when Juliette slowly shook her head that he realized he had been holding his breath the entire time he had been waiting for her reply.
"What about you?" Juliette whispered.
Gaël knew what his answer should be, but how could he say what was right when he saw her wet her lips as she stared at his mouth, and just when he thought it couldn't get any worse and hotter than that—-
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
That was when he noticed the fragrance of her arousal gradually scenting the air, and Gaël breathed hard.
She wanted him.
Wanted to fuck him.
His dear, sweet Juliette wanted to FUCK him!
Another gasp escaped Juliette when she found herself flat on her back all of a sudden, and Gaël's magnificently hard form throbbing powerfully on top of her.
Oh dear God.
She knew of course what that throbbing meant and where it was coming from, but she had no chance to think about it, with a pair of blue eyes already taking hers captive, and oh dear Lord—-
Gaël's eyes were usually cold and unyielding, and it was only now that she saw his blue eyes glittering down at her with what could only be described as lust.
Her guardian was lusting after her.
Her!
Juliette wanted to squeal, but there wasn't any chance to do this either, with Gaël's head bending down to take her first kiss.