Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Sweeping her up into his arms, he took her full weight. He had the sudden urge to hold her, cradle her, have her close to him. It was not a typical impulse, but he went with it because he was king and he could do what he wanted.
She felt good in his grasp. There was a heft to her which he found pleasing. She was soft and warm and cuddly. He gave her a little squeeze and also found that pleasing. Hm. This experiment was giving him a very warm feeling in his chest, a strange sensation he hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
He’d planned to ravage her without any forewarning, but now he was enjoying this… cuddling. Alien kings of brutal Masih descent did not cuddle. But he found himself sitting down on his bed, still holding her in his arms. Lying down with her, still in his arms.
Kissing her, still in his arms. He didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to keep her cuddled up with him. He wanted to feel the softness of the human, smell the sweetness of her skin.
She responded to his more gentle touch with an almost purring response. She nuzzled into him with a soft mewl, and he felt that warmth in his chest spreading even further through his body. It was at risk of reaching his mind and completely addling it, but he couldn’t help himself.
It might have been the planet. Gremlin class planets had dangerous consequences for those who wandered onto them. He might already be affected by it. These might not be his own feelings. But what if they were? What if he couldn’t stop himself from tasting her lips, claiming her mouth with a passionate intensity which made his cock throb? He could smell her arousal rising from between her thighs, proof that she was not merely submitting, but actually participating in this tryst. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She wasn’t just his captive. She was his lover.
He didn’t feel as though he deserved her desire. Their first time together, no more than a day ago, had been rough and punishing. Even an hour ago, she had been chained for him. And now she gave herself to him as if she had always belonged to him.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
He frowned, realizing that she could sense his moods more accurately than anybody he’d ever encountered. He was propped up on his elbow looking down at her, gazing into her eyes like a lovestruck adolescent. She was looking back at him with that dark gaze. Her clothes had melted in the foreplay, along with her glasses, they were strewn all over the bed. She lay among them, a caramel-skinned goddess with dark silky locks spreading all over the pillow.
“You’re very beautiful,” he said.
“You’re staring at me like you’re confused because I’m beautiful?”
“I’m staring at you because I don’t know what to do with you,” he admitted. “I have known you for less than twenty-four of your petty Earth hours, and yet I feel something for you I have never felt for anybody. Something more than lust. Something that might destroy the both of us.”
“You know you’re very dramatic, right?”
“Of course I am. I have my reasons to be. I am king of Masih. I have performed…” he stopped himself as her face started to crumple in that way which implied she was amused by him. She did not need a run down of every atrocity he had committed.
“I like that you’re dramatic,” she said, as if by way of clarification. “A narrator needs drama. I never thought I’d be this close to this much of it. You’re one big blue scaled source of pure chaos.”
He liked being described that way. It was probably the most flattering way he had ever been described.
“I want to be inside you. Can you take me? Did I hurt you?”
She squirmed a little. “You’re really big, Konan. And I’m aching. But…”
He covered her mouth with another kiss, his tongue slipping against hers, teasing her to fresh arousal. She wanted him even though she was sore, even though he had absolutely destroyed her pussy when he first took her.
“But you want to be fucked. Don’t you,” he growled the question, hearing her answering moan.
So far, this was not as it had been the first time. The ship was not restraining her, and she was not bent over like an animal, presenting bare hindquarters to him. She was spread for him, her entire body open to his gaze. He’d enjoyed the sight of her sexual regions on their own, but as a coherent whole she was even more beautiful.
The first time, he’d wanted to punish her. He’d been furious that she’d escaped his grasp, and he’d had something to prove. But this time it was no act of brutal domination. He was not trying to prove something to himself, or to her. This time, he just wanted to enjoy her body.