Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Well, duh,” she drawls. “You’re the evil king of the Underworld.”
There’s no stopping my bark of laughter. No one down here has that dry humor. It’s not only refreshing, but it turns me the fuck on.
It’s game time.
My mouth takes hers in a consuming kiss that should frighten her, but she moans and sinks into it. Her small hands rest on my chest as she slides her tongue against mine, and I feel it in my balls.
Christ, this little dead human with a blackened soul and a complete lack of fear of eternal damnation has made my body react in a way no other creature in my existence ever has.
Just from a kiss.
Wrapping my arms tight around her, I envision my bedroom and pull it toward me across time and distance. I take a short step forward, leaving the bridge and coming to a stop right beside my bed. I release my hold on the convergence of two places, and the bridge snaps back into its proper place.
I lift my mouth and give Nyssa a slight push.
She looks around, chest heaving. “How do you do that? Are you teleporting somehow?”
“It’s called bending distance.” I sit on the bed and remove my boots. “The more powerful fae have the ability.”
“Bending distance? What does that mean? Is it…”
I stand from the bed and start working at my pants. I could just make them disappear with a conjuring spell, but I’m enjoying the way Nyssa’s words trail off as her eyes zero in on my hands.
Stripping has never been a part of foreplay among the fae. We have high sex drives and don’t need much to get ready. It’s a pleasurable release and nothing more, because our hearts rarely have the ability to care for someone.
Not sure if you’d call me lucky, but I had the experience of caring for a human before. Zora begged me to take her virginity, and I did. We were intimate for several years before her sister Finley came to claim and bring her back to the First Dimension.
Yeah, I cared for her and felt the loss when she left, but I don’t recall ever stripping for her. At least not in a way I enjoyed simply because her eyes were pinned on me the way Nyssa’s are right now. Not a shy bone in her body as I slide out of my pants and reveal myself to her.
She stares at my cock, which reacts to her perusal.
“Get naked,” I say, and her eyes jerk up to me.
My turn to watch.
She makes a fast grab for the T-shirt—an article of First Dimension clothing I had Calix acquire for her—and starts to yank it up.
“Slow,” I rumble as I walk toward her. I hold out a hand, and she hesitantly takes it. “Shoes off first.”
Nyssa holds on to me for leverage, toeing the tennis shoes from her feet. I drop her hand and take a slow walk around her. “The rest of it… slowly.”
She lets out a gust of breath and when I’m behind her, she pulls the T-shirt over her head. When it’s free, her chocolate locks—much better than the platinum she arrived in—fall down her slender back.
Her body is as it was when she died, too thin and clearly malnourished. I’ll need to see that she eats more.
I move around to her side, and her neck twists as she watches me. My eyes drop to her breasts as she’s not wearing a bra. I don’t know if it was an oversight on Calix’s part or if she chose not to wear one, but I’m pleased with what I’m looking at right now. Her breasts are small by ordinary standards, but given her small frame, they look fucking perfect on her.
“The rest of it,” I say quietly, moving to her front.
Her fingers go to the button on her jeans, which are baggy on her, and the zipper slides down. She shimmies them off, not bothering to take her panties along. Stepping out of the denim, Nyssa stands straight to stare at me, mostly naked but with the sexiest bit of lace scrap between her legs. If I paid Calix for his work, I’d give him a raise for choosing those panties.
She hooks her thumbs in the strings at her hips, but I shake my head. “I’ll do it.”
I step into Nyssa, my head bent and eyes locked on hers. My fingers graze the edge of her panties before they dip in. She trembles as I pull them down her thighs. I’m on my knees before her as I pull free the lacy strip, my wings spreading outward so they don’t bend on the floor.
Nyssa gasps, and I look up at her. She’s staring at my wings, first the left and then the right, branching out and away from my body. Her hands go to my shoulders, then up to the arches to stroke outward.