Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Moans are frequently stolen.
Bites are heatedly delivered.
Cool, salty air licks my burning flesh creating a delicious contrast of temperatures.
It feels like it only takes mere seconds for me to come undone. I tense, entire body rigid enough to break my bones. Poorly muted mewls become Elias’s sustenance pushing him to hastily lap them up with his anxious mouth. Locks of hair unconsciously sway towards his fingertips, yet he makes no urge to steal a harsh handful.
Not even a finger twitch to indicate he’s tempted.
I gasp and grind and grab fistfuls of his shirt in hopes of igniting the response.
Ohmygod…
I want it.
Crave it.
Need. It.
Whimpers act as demands for him to give me the connection I’m coveting while I wildly buck to wring out every last drop of cum from Elias’s twitching cock.
He finishes on a heavy groan I can barely hear above our clamoring heartbeats. The moment is open for something sexy or sassy; however, slight sadness is what seeps into the space between us. “You didn’t…”
I force myself to pause to completely catch my breath and berate myself for thoughtlessly complaining.
Oh, Zel, you’re not even a full month into a relationship that comes with an expiration date. You can’t seriously already be this attached!
Unfortunately, it’s impossible not to be.
Elias Whittington is a dream come true.
A twisted fairy tale prince that makes me wish happily-ever-afters were something to be found in real life instead of just cartoons and live-action remakes.
Rather than continue the started statement, I gingerly crawl off his lap, situate myself on the seat beside him, and attempt to find my non-love-sick puppy composure.
“I didn’t what, Zel?” Elias prods at the same time he straightens his own attire out.
“You didn’t…,” the words feel gross and girly but seeing the gleam in his eye has them being granted permission to be heard, “You didn’t play with my hair.”
“Ah.”
The single word stops my ability to breathe in desperation to know what it really means.
“Your previous theory regarding my preference for dolls is correct. I do not like leaving things to chance or wasting time I believe to be valuable on someone I believe is not.”
His unexpected compliment causes a small blush to bloom.
“But as far as the hair goes, little doll,” Elias leans over and sweetly tucks a strand behind my ear, “there was no French tutor. No seducing. No long-haired porn star sparked a life-long desire.” The finger slowly cascades down towards my nipple. “I simply have a fondness for hair.” He rolls the digit around the hardening nub. “An affinity, if you will.”
My mouth slightly cracks open in hopes that he’ll add something about my hair in particular. Maybe even say that I’m special. Tell me how if he were given a choice between me and a slew of other women who all had hair so long that it skimmed the back of their calves, he’d still choose me and only me.
All of a sudden, a loud horn rings into the sky, prompting me to exchange my conversational suicide for something cheekier instead. “Your challenge starts now, Sir.” A smirk that’s equally hungry as well as impressed slips onto his expression at the same time I spread my legs a little wider. “You might wanna go ahead and get started…”
Chapter Nine
Elias
“You broke the rules, little doll,” I continue scolding, fingers gently weaving the three pieces of hair together. “You know there are consequences to your actions.”
Every ounce of self-restraint is channeled into the braiding of the strands instead of wrapping my mouth around her nipples that are hardening during her heavy breathing. “But sir-”
“This was not a discussion last night when you arrived home late,” one hand pinches the end of the finished braid while the other retrieves the silky yellow ribbon, “and it is not a discussion now.” Wrapping the material around the edge of the creation, I calmly proceed, “The rules were clear. You are not permitted to dine alone with other men that are not of relation to you.”
“He just wanted my notes!”
“That is not all he wanted.”
“He’s married!”
“So are most senators,” I snidely sneer as I finish tying the ribbon into a bow.
Zel huffs, naked, heaving chest tempting me into disregarding the punishment in order to enjoy her the way I didn’t last night.
The way I wanted, but was too furious – for the wrong reasons – to have.
Yes, I was pissed that she broke our agreement regarding the company she’s allowed to keep out of my presence, but I was more pissed off that my initial irateness didn’t stem from her ignoring the doll rules so much as pure jealousy that another man was granted my time. Time I had been looking forward to spending with her all day. Between her classes, her studying, and my rigorous work schedule, our moments together – whether we are fucking or feasting – are fewer than what they once were.