Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
He’s pleasuring himself with lazy strokes and letting out the most enticing whimpers I want to lick out of his mouth. Strands of wet, green hair stick to his face and shoulders like seaweed, transforming him into a creature of the sea tailored to lead me to my downfall. The moans are a siren’s call, and I can’t see the sharp rocks ahead, because I need to have him.
Chapter 10
Luke
Kyranis is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. While I know he took me against my will and that his reasons are selfish, I can’t help the way my body reacts to his presence. There’s raw power in him, and not just in those firm muscles and wide shoulders. His eyes burn with the conviction of someone who knows what they want and how to get it. I’ve always fallen for the wrong guys, but this might be a new low. And still, as I curl my toes in the tub and work my cock, it’s his face I envision above me. My imagination runs wild, reminding me of how his hands felt on my skin, how he led me to the carriage wrapped in his cloak, and as I slide lower into the water, I can feel the ghost of his cock against my hole.
He was packing under that leather and got so hard for me. As if I was the only guy that interested him in this court filled with beautiful elven royals.
What would he even be like in bed? Just as unyielding and demanding? I wouldn’t mind that actually. I like when a guy knows what he wants.
I keep my eyes half open as I stroke my dick in the water without haste, enjoying the imagined touch. Shadows dance over the dark blue ceiling high above, flickering from the lights of the chandelier adorned with fish skeletons. This is the most luxurious place I’ve ever been in, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m trapped here, I could imagine an alternative life in which I spend my days traversing the palace at an elven prince’s side.
Dark Companion.
Such an odd title, yet it calls to me.
On the ceiling above, the shadows seem to… thicken? But this place is filled with strangeness, so I don’t pay it too much attention, instead imagining Kyranis’s face.
And then it appears for real, emerging out of a tar-black surface with eyes wide open and filled with lust.
I can’t breathe, or think, or do anything at all, so I stare at him, with my cock pulsing rapidly in my fist as his large, elegant hands reach out to me from the ceiling.
“Luke.” His voice has a raspy undertone that makes my dick stiffen, so I put my other hand over my crotch, but he’s already climbing out of the shadow, closer by the second.
His cloak glides to the floor like a leaf off a tree, and I end up yelping in panic.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I screech, painfully aware that he must have been watching me from that void on the ceiling. He keeps smiling as he slides out of the black spot and then lowers himself on a tentacle of the same color, as if he were an exceptionally handsome spider.
He’s right over me, still in the same leather set he wore when I saw him last, but by the time I snap to attention and try to flee the tub, his palm cups my cheek, and he slides into the water, caging me with his limbs.
“I think you need more of my attention.”
I swallow, finding it hard to think when I’m naked, he’s dressed, and one of his knees rests between my legs. I should be more scared than I am, I should be appalled that he spied on me in the bath, but it’s difficult to focus with a raging erection and the man of my dreams so eager to touch me back.
He doesn’t even care that his outfit is getting soaked.
“M-maybe…” I mumble against my better judgment. With him being my jailer, this is fuzzy on consent at best, but the touch of his fingers makes up for the creep factor because I’m too horny to care.
I want to see those eels again. I want to touch them. Touch him and forget that I never wanted to follow him here in the first place. Maybe this is only a dream, and I’m playing the role of a too-stupid-to-live romance heroine whisked away by the fae prince? What next? Will I get special powers and another competitor for my hand, who appears evil yet has been the good guy all along? Will he be blond?
My thoughts come to a rapid halt when Kyranis buries his face in the crook of my neck, smelling it and then tasting my skin. His tongue feels like it’s made of fire, and I whimper when he rolls it over my ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.