Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
He gently tugged at the bandage and pulled it off her neck and nuzzled the bare skin. She winced; it still hurt. His breathing steadied and he was almost instantly asleep, his arms held her and his nose was buried into the crook of her neck, his lips touching that sore spot. His lips were like a tonic on it, though, and it started to actually feel better.
Was it part of his plan, to keep working to mesmerize her into a trance so that she’d just let him do whatever he wanted? Was it beginning to work? She was like a walking contradiction struggling with the fact that despite how her head felt her body was relaxed and now that his mouth was against her throat, it didn’t hurt.
She leaned back to look at him and the pain returned. He nuzzled in again and the pain stopped.
She fell asleep for a while and when she woke up, her head was on his chest and her hand fanned out across his shoulder. Her throat no longer hurt. He continued to sleep soundly, both arms around her. She looked up at his face.
What an enigma he was. Monster one minute, affectionate puppy dog the next. She blew her hair out of her eyes and picked up a shirt button from the bed and fiddled with it. He stirred and pulled her closer, if that was even possible.
If he wasn’t going to let her leave and wasn’t going to kill her, what would she be? A human blood bank? Sex slave? An all he could drink and fuck buffet?
Shit. Fucking karma.
He looked like he could be a Calvin Klein underwear model or a movie star or a rock star or a Greek God. Kyla was 5 foot 6 and he towered over her; he had to be 6’2- 6’3”. It was so cozy right now in his embrace and she shouldn’t be feeling this way. She should be plotting her escape while he slept, not gushing over his looks, looks that were undoubtedly designed to be disarming and seductive. She needed to formulate a plan…now, while he slept, before he tried to drain her dry again. She tried to inch away. He tightened his grip, “Uh, uh, uh…”
Dimples. Shit.
She choked back a sob, suddenly overcome with the memory of how awful it was earlier when his eyes had gone black and that horrible feeling that had spread through her veins like wildfire.
He looked at her with remorse, “I’m sorry. Just be here with me. Can you just let me…” he rubbed her shoulders.
She cut him off but really didn’t know where to start. “I have to think. I just can’t seem to think straight.” She grabbed her temples with her fingertips and the button fell.
“Same here,” he whispered, “I think I know what’s happening here; you’ve cast some sort of spell on me.”
She shook her head, “That doesn’t even make sense.”
He started feathering kisses all over her face again.
“Stop that,” she pointed at him. He gave her a boyish smile and there were those dimples again.
“You say that I’m not in a trance but the things I’ve let you…” she stopped.
“You are lucid.”
“You keep using your super sex hypnosis and those thousand calorie kisses. I’m not an all-you-can-drink-and-fuck buffet, okay?”
He started to chuckle and caressed her cheek, “My kinda buffet! Super sex hypnosis? I have never heard of such a power. And what kind of kisses?”
“Just let me leave,” she pleaded.
Tristan shook his head, “Not that simple.” He leaned over, looking like he’d been swept away by his thoughts. He absently brushed a button off the bed.
“Why? You’re afraid I’m going to reveal what you are? I told you I won’t. What can I do to convince you?”
“There’s something about you. I need to figure it out,” he flicked another button.
“What do you mean? Because I can’t be put in a trance?”
“Yeah. And not just that. Something in your blood. It’s different. It’s…”
She waited for him to finish.
“And what you do to me…” he nuzzled under her chin and licked the base of her throat.
Kyla tried to back up, digging her heels into the mattress, but he had a firm hold of her.
“What do I do to you? Turn you into a vicious animal?”
He sighed. “Don’t, baby. Don’t fight this time. You want me; I feel it.” He climbed on top of her and parted her legs with his knee.
Not again.
“No, no, Tristan. Please.” He groaned. Shit. I said his name! “I don’t want you. I don’t. I need to talk this through, make you understand that you need to let me go. Go find some other girl who will submit for you.”
He made a primal growling sound and covered her mouth with his and parted her lips with his tongue, deeply kissing her, then said, “I don’t want that. I want this. You. Now. Right now. Feel that? You can feel it, can’t you?”