Total pages in book: 207
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Chapter Four
Desire blossomed in his pet's big, dark eyes as the truth of his need for her finally sank in.
You want me? Truly?
She might as well have breathed the words straight into his ears, with the way her wide-eyed but unconsciously sultry gaze gobbled him up. It was all Mihail could do not to ravage her, but when he saw color stealing over her cheeks just as her pink tongue darted out...
A growl tore past his lips.
Fuck.
No fucking way he could unsee that, and the sight destroyed the last remnants of his control. He yanked his pet close, his need for her making him almost painfully rough in his forcefulness. But instead of becoming nervous and frightened, all Rhapsody did was stare up at him, her eyes telling him she only desired to please him, her Master.
Mother of Hell.
His head lowered, and he heard her intake of breath just as her eyes drifted close.
The marquis' mouth covered hers, and it was as if Rhapsody had waiting for his kiss her whole life. Her first kiss, she thought dazedly, and its beauty was quite impossible to describe.
Her Master's lips moved ever so gently over hers, sweet and sensual, teasing and seducing, and she found her clutching at his overcoat.
So beautiful, she thought achingly yet again of his kiss.
Just so much more beautiful than anything she had ever experienced in her life that she couldn't help pressing closer. Her body molded against the marquis' strong, hard body, an instinctive plea for the kiss to never end, and she heard her Master groan.
The feel of his pet's soft, full breasts pushing up against his chest had blood rushing to the marquis' head, and as her nipples pouted into life, his hands moved of its own accord, reaching up to cup her delicately swollen globes of flesh. He heard her gasp, felt her lips parting in surprise, and he didn't hesitate to drive his tongue in, needing so damn badly to taste her.
A part of him expected his pet to retreat in maidenly shock, but instead her mouth opened up like a flower under his, and allowed his tongue to stroke deeper into her delicious depths.
He drank in the taste of her while he continued to fondle her breasts, which were as soft and firm as he had fantasized. He tried to keep his touch gentle, but when his pet started writhing, he became rougher, almost brutish. But still she didn't shrink back, and instead he heard her moaning out - probably the very first time she had moaned in her life - and the sound had him shuddering. It was the most arousing thing he had ever heard in his centuries of existence, and his hunger for Rhapsody turned wild and primal.
He needed her naked.
Needed to fuck and breach her maidenhead.
Now.
The marquis reluctantly lifted his head, and he saw his pet instinctively gulping back air. Her eyes were dazed, her lovely cheeks flushed, and her trembling lips bruised and swollen by his kisses. The sight should have made him feel repentant, but instead it made him feel more possessive, seeing his pet branded by his passion.
Rhapsody's heart thundered against her chest when the marquis suddenly swept her up in his arms, and without saying a word, began walking in the direction of his bedchamber.
A tiny part of her was still in shock, unable to comprehend the reality of what was happening. It had always appeared impossible to her that the ruler of the entire vampire race, second only to his demon duke sire, would want someone like her as his pet and heartkeeper.
And yet...
The marquis' hooded gaze captured hers as he stood before the doors of his bedchamber. It was as if he were waiting for her consent, as if he were giving her one last time to change her mind, and Rhapsody's brows furrowed.
How...foolish.
And even though they had yet to bond by blood, it was almost as if her Master had actually heard her thoughts, with the way his green eyes were bright and gleaming.
But because she preferred things to be clear-cut, she looked up at the marquis, saying seriously, "I am yours if you want me, Master."
Need tightened in his groin. Mother of Hell. Every time his pet called him her Master, it was as if her tongue was making love to its syllables, and it was all he could do not to rip her dress off. "Be very sure of your words," he gritted out. "I am a man of very few needs, but it does not make me any less possessive. What becomes mine...stays mine." The words were meant to be a warning, but not even by a fraction did his pet's gaze waver from his.
"I am yours, Master."
Four simple words.
And yet, in all nine hundred years of his existence, Mihail could not remember hearing anything sweeter...and more complicated. Now would be the right time to tell her of why he had first sought her. Now was the perfect time to come clean. But if he did and he lost her because of it...