Nectar (#1) Read Online Free Books Novels by D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Nectar Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
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He moaned in her mouth, “Mmmm, good girl.” She let out a little whimper as her brain started to register what was happening but it was almost like having an out of body experience. Was he controlling her? Why was she not fighting back? Why did he taste so good? She made an exasperated sound and use of her arms returned, somehow so she shoved at his chest, trying to push him off.

“Do you want to fight me, Kyla? Go ahead and fight. I like it,” he challenged, seeming to read her thoughts. When he said her name he made it sound like a dirty word.

He grabbed her hips and suddenly she was flipped so that she was on top of him. He held onto her bottom with both hands and flexed his arms, pulling her into his crotch. Given that her skirt was hiked up there was only a very thin piece of lace between her crotch and his bulge.

She shook her head to protest and breathed, “No.” She was hyperventilating and her body was scorching hot, like she had a fever. She tried to scramble off but he had her firmly in his clutches. She saw his arm and pectoral muscles ripple as he tightened his grip.

His mouth quirked up into a smile, “These green eyes. They might be mesmerizing me. I don’t think a girl has ever looked at me the way you do. Or kissed me back with so much passion.”

She felt woozy. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. His shoulders and biceps were solid and she gripped them tight, starting to feel like her veins were on fire, too. Fire everywhere! Her skin, her mouth, her veins, and her panties. Holy fuck… the panties. She knew she was wet down there; it was hot and fluid inside the flimsy piece of lace, even hotter than the rest of her.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I felt a touch that’s not robotic, looked into eyes of a woman that aren’t vacant?” he continued, shaking his head in astonishment.

She realized she wasn’t just using his shoulders for balance, she was gripping them. She let go.

“Wondering what’s happening, Kyla? I’ll tell you. You’re ripe and ready for me. Your body is responding to me even if your brain is fighting me. Will you surrender now or do you wanna fight with me some more first? I don’t mind. It makes for a nice change, little bit of extra foreplay, yeah? Let’s play…” he let out a chuckle and flipped her back over so that he was on top once again. “Happy birthday to meeee,” he sang melodically and then let go and gripped his shirt behind his neck and then pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side.

His chest. Wow.

His upper body was beautifully sculpted; it was ripped, cut with defined muscles. A rush of air left Kyla’s lungs. He nuzzled into her throat and then started to trail kisses down her shoulder and moved slowly all the way down to her hips. She was frozen in place and her temperature was steadily rising. Now he smelled like birthday cake. Her mind was playing tricks on her; it had to be.

She regained feeling in her legs and tried to buck him off but he grabbed her hips and then slid down so that his chin was nestled right between her legs. She could feel his hot breath on her and just like that she was immobile again. His mouth was directly on the thin piece of lace and he was looking up at her.

She wasn’t pinned any longer but despite her brain sending off orders for her to fight, her arms and legs again felt like lead. Heat continued to pool and pulse between her legs as he stared directly into her eyes, her soul, even. His eyes held hers captive. She felt another whoosh of moisture in her panties.

He hooked his thumbs into the lace at her hips and ripped them off in a quick snatching motion. She heard the fabric tear before he tossed it to the floor.

“Mm,” he moaned, looking down at her most private parts and caught his lower lip between his teeth. She was immobile and mortified; she couldn’t even swallow.

He spread her legs wide and then buried his face into her and when she felt his tongue slowly and lavishly lick her like she was an ice cream cone. Kyla couldn’t form a coherent thought. He stretched her folds open with his thumbs and then his tongue purposefully travelled from deep within her opening, upward to her clit. She clenched, arched her back, and a primal sound escaped her lips as his tongue found the mark.

He lifted his head and licked his lips and his expression changed from smugness to accusation. But she didn’t know what he was accusing her of.



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