Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 104340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
He gave her a few minutes and then hunched down beside her. He was stunned at what she had so quickly drawn. It was him... from the chest up. He stared shocked at her skillful hand.
“You are talented.”
She smiled at him and it struck him that she may be plain but there was a loveliness to her that he doubted many were aware of.
He reached out and took the stick from her hand. “You must remove your garments now.”
There was no point in protesting, weeping, or fighting. She had made her choice; this had to be done. She would submit willingly to Cree to save herself from being taken by Goddard.
Cree stood and offered his hand to her. She took it and got to her feet, then stepped away. With shaking hands she fumbled her way through removing her clothes. She kept her back to him fearing that he would turn away in disgust at her naked body. Some of the woman had made fun of her and let her know that her voice was not the only thing she lacked... her body left a lot to be desired. Lila had told her to ignore their remarks that they were jealous, but Lila was her friend and always defended her.
Why it mattered what he thought of her body she didn’t know, and she shouldn’t let it bother her, but it did and it kept her from turning around when she finally stood completely naked.
Cree had watched how her hands trembled as she attempted to remove her garments. He had grown annoyed at first, wanting her to hurry, but as he watched her remove one garment at a time revealing creamy skin and luscious curves, he changed his mind and continued watching her disrobe.
Her body was lovely, perfect curves and slender limbs and a taut backside his hands itched to touch. He wanted to see more of her and when she didn’t turn around he said, “Turn.”
She gathered all the courage that she could and with a sturdy lift of her chin she turned around.
His loins tightened at the sight of her. Her breasts were but a handful, her waist slim, her hips curved and her legs long. Damn what was wrong with him? He favored thicker and well-endowed women. Why did this woman affect him so? He had grown hard watching her disrobe and he grew harder when she had turned around. And now he was annoyed with himself. He controlled his passion, his passion didn’t control him. It was a rule he had lived by.
He had seen too many men lose all they had fought hard for because they had allowed their desire to override common sense. He had no intention of letting that happen to him. He had worked hard and sacrificed much to get where he had gotten, and he would not lose it all over a woman and a voiceless one at that.
He almost cringed at his words. It wasn’t Dawn’s fault that she had no voice and she had bravely faced life with the infirmity and had thrived in spite of it. In a way she was a conquering warrior herself.
Cree stretched his hand out. “Come here.”
Dawn wanted this done so she didn’t hesitate, she went to him. It did help that he hadn’t turned his eyes away from her, but kept them steady upon her. And being as hard as he was he obviously desired her. At least she told herself that to make it easier for her to join with him.
As soon as her hand touched his, he yanked her against him and she felt a jolt through her body that caught her breath. His body was hard and warm and the strength of him overpowered.
He lowered them to the blanket and covered her with his body. He stared at her and she thought he would say something but he didn’t, he just stared. Then he began to move against her and she felt his shaft hard between her legs. He continued to stare at her as he did.
She realized than that he had no intentions of kissing her. He would take her and be done with it. She would lay there and do what she must... suffer the lesser of two evils.
A tingle started between her legs and flourished and grew stronger as his movements grew stronger. And still he kept his eyes on her. She tried to remain still but it was difficult. She could not stop herself from moving against him and the more the tingle grew pleasurable, the more rapid her movements.
Dawn shut her eyes against the building passion and grabbed hold of his arms.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, his breath rapid.
She did, her own breathing growing heavier. She waited for him to enter her, to be done with it, to have his way and stop the unbearable ache that would not stop building inside her when suddenly she felt herself explode with extraordinary pleasure.