Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“It’s fine. It’s just a reaction. I’m not broken. You can touch me. And I can touch you.”
“Mmm, what did you have in mind?”
A hundred filthy, lascivious thoughts tear through my head, the thoughts I’ve been having ever since I met her and have tried to push from my mind. I embrace them now. “Let me make you come.”
Melody shivers, her fingers flexing against my neck. “I’m open to suggestion.”
“I get you naked.” I stroke a hand down her side, boldly gripping her plump backside. “Lick you everywhere. Finger you. Figure out what you like best. What makes your cunt wet and slippery, and what makes you moan.”
She bites her lip, eyes shining.
“And then I do it again.” I squeeze her ass to emphasize my words.
Melody whimpers, clinging to me.
“And a third time if you want me to, but it might be too stimulating. I don’t want to overdo it. I might just put you on my cock and let you sit there for a while.”
“Maybe you let me decide what’s too stimulating,” she breathes, her gaze flicking to my mouth.
I chuckle. My stubborn human. “Of course. At that point, I’d let you decide. But I get to make you come twice first.”
“I’m okay with this.” Her voice is shaky as her gaze darts back to mine. “When do we start? Or are we just going to talk about it all night?”
“So impatient. Perhaps I want to savor you?” I lean in close, wanting to move my lips over her skin. “Or should we wait until I have recovered—”
Melody groans and leans in, biting my lower lip with her teeth. I’m shocked at her bold movement, and a hot pang of desire races through me even as my skin stings from her bite. It’s not sharp, doesn’t break the skin, and I love the edge of pain that it adds to our heightened senses. I suck in a breath.
Immediately she draws back, worried. “Are you all right? Is your lip sore? I forgot.”
Strangely enough, I love that she bit me. I love that she’s so impulsive because I overthink everything. We’re a good balance when we’re together. “You can nibble on me all you like, but it’s my turn to give you pleasure this time. I don’t want this to be anything like last time.”
“I loved last time—”
I give her a warning look and squeeze her ass again.
Amused, she puts her hands up in the air. “Fine, fine, you tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” She tilts her head back and extends her arms wide. “Use me.”
“Oh no, we’re doing this the right way.” I nudge her off my leg. “Stand up and undress. I want to look at you now that you’re not all ribs.”
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
BRUX
The human sticks her tongue out at me again, ever playful, and flounces off my lap.
Melody takes two steps backward, still facing me, and then pulls off her plain tunic. Underneath it she wears something that looks like a band of material with two straps over her shoulders. She shimmies out of this next, and then she’s wearing nothing but her boots and trou.
Melody is utterly beautiful. She’s not perfect, of course. There are old scars that trace white lines across her skin, but as long as they’re old, I don’t care about them. What I do care about is that her body is filled out, her ribs no longer visible when she moves. Her breasts are small but full, with large pink nipples tipping them. She’s not just as I remember, and I’m so glad. She looks healthy and strong and not nearly as fragile.
She smiles at me, then kicks off her boots. She slides her trou down her legs, removing them and the undergarment she wears underneath. Here, the scars of her captivity are more evident—lines crisscross her legs in ugly stripes, and there are a few puckered scars that dent her skin where there shouldn’t be dents. The cruelty of her old master becomes even more evident. I remember bruises covering her pasty-pale skin, but I don’t think I realized just how awful things had been for her. “Are all those five years old?”
She nods, slapping her flank to make it jiggle. “Some older. Don’t fuss.”
Don’t fuss. As if I can forget what happened to her. I glance up, meet her gaze. “Did he rape you?”
“No. That’s about the only thing I’m grateful for. That old bastard treated me like a dog. Kicked me, hit me, didn’t feed me, made me sleep out in the rain, kept me collared, you name it. Just didn’t rape me. I don’t think he saw me as a person. Shit, I hope he didn’t see me as a person, because I can’t imagine treating anyone that way.”
I grunt. I shouldn’t be glad, but I am. It doesn’t change how I feel in this moment, but I know that scars on the outside heal quicker than scars on the inside.