Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“What kind of example?”
“They threw me through the portal like trash. I’m sure they’ve told my people I’m dead.”
My heart aches for him. “What about your parents? Your friends?”
He shrugs. “I don’t remember my parents. And I didn’t have friends. I had… acquaintances. Soldiers I drank with when the government no longer had a use for us.” He finally looks at me, his eyes shadowed. “Even if I wanted to go back, the portal’s gone. They don’t let monsters come home.”
I crawl across the rug and grab his hand, curling my fingers around his. “You’re not a monster.”
He frowns. “You know what I am. What I’ve done.”
“I know what you’ve done for me. You’ve listened. Cared. You make tea. You talk to roots and model sarongs like a catwalk king. You’ve… brought me to life.”
A slow smile tugs at his mouth. “When you put it like that… I guess I am pretty damn special.”
“You are.” I poke him. “And don’t get me started on the mind-blowing orgasms.”
He smirks. “Mind-blowing orgasms, you say?” he growls, tackling me back into the blankets and nuzzling my neck until I’m squealing with laughter. “Well, princess, prepare to have your mind blown again.”
I moan loudly, more than willing to let him blow my mind and anything else that takes his fancy again.
One hand grips my bottom, the other sliding up my thigh.
I shiver beneath him, slack-jawed and eager as I feel the tip of his tongue against the side of my throat.
“You taste like me,” he grunts, flicking my skin to demonstrate what he means. And then I feel his fingers between my legs, slipping against my slick skin. “Here, too, princess.”
I whimper, almost certain it’s illegal for him to say things like that. I like them too much.
I have a feeling he knows it because he chuckles against my throat before rolling us. I end up straddling his hips, staring down at him. The way he looks at me…Gods, it’s like I’m a work of art and a feast, and he isn’t sure if he wants to worship or devour.
“Ride me, princess,” he demands, big hands around my waist, lifting me.
“I… Can I do that?” It seems like a valid question until he gives me a decidedly wicked orc-ish smirk.
“Oh, yeah,” he rasps, his erection prodding at my entrance. “You can absolutely do that.”
“Help me.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. He settles me over him, helping to balance me so I can slide down. And, oh gods, he’s so big, so deep.
“Brannock,” I whimper, my eyes locked on the play of emotion across his face. His emerald eyes are dark, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth. He looks savage beneath me, and somehow so beautiful.
“Yeah, just like that, princess,” he grunts, rocking me on his lip.
It doesn’t take long for me to sort out the rhythm. My thighs squeeze his hips as I lift and drop back down, my hips rolling to take him deeper. He watches me the entire time, his gaze drifting between my face and the place where we’re joined.
I should feel embarrassed or overwhelmed at how intently he watches, but I don’t. I feel wild and free, desired in a way I’ve only ever dreamed about before now. And maybe a little powerful too. Like I’m in control for once, not Dame Gothel or the roots or magic or anything but me. This is my choice. I’m the one making him moan and groan. I’m the one who makes him look so fierce and desperate.
I’ve been powerless my whole life, but not here. Not now. Not with Brannock.
I plant my hands against his chest, giving myself leverage. I lift and drop down harder, faster, taking him so deep it feels a little like I can’t breathe.
“That’s it, princess,” he rasps, one hand slipping between my legs. His thumb rolls across my clit, pulling a cry from my lips. “Take what you need from me. Use my body for your pleasure.”
“Our pleasure,” I gasp.
“You think I don’t feel it?” He tilts his head to the side, like the question is important. “Believe me, princess, I do.” He bucks his hips when I land against his lap, driving himself deeper. “You’re wrapped around me so tightly I can’t breathe.”
“Brannock,” I whimper.
“Every time I look at you, I feel something, Rapunzel.” He sits up suddenly, claiming my lips in a hard kiss, as if he’s trying to breathe the way he feels into my lungs, to fill me with it. “I feel you everywhere. You’re mine.”
I sob his name, unraveling on top of him. My body clenches as the cord snaps, sending me hurtling over the edge. I fall forward, burying my face in his throat. He still has one hand between my legs, working me through it. He uses the other to lift and drop me so fast that it feels like I’m flying, his body the only thing tethering me to earth. Not the roots or this tower or magic, just him. Just Brannock.