Master of Desire, Lacey Alexander [early reader chapter books TXT] 📗

my friend, Bella,” she said nervously, glancing down  at her gown, “and the fabric came from  the silkworms on our estate.”

The man chuckled. “The frock is very fine, too, but I was referring to what’s underneath.”

She drew in  her breath, but tried to hide her reaction as her pussy—that’s what  Bella had called the feminine parts between her thighs—spasmed softly. “Come out where I can see you,” she demanded.

Ralen of Charelton stepped into the light.

His dark eyes glimmered with flirtatious  intent even as something within themsignaled danger. He stood even taller, his shoulders stretching even  broader, than she’drealized from across the room. His smooth, straight,  onyx-colored hair seemed almosttoo soft for such a hard man, but it added to  his masculine beauty. Her heart beat soviolently that she feared he could  see it pulsing within her chest.

“What’s your name?”

Still holding her breath, Teesia thought fast.  She couldn’t identify herself as Enrick’sdaughter or Ralen would likely flee the corridor in a heartbeat, fearing Enrick’s wrath.

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Even if it was difficult to fathom  this  man fearing  anything, better safe than sorry.  “Tee…Teenya,” she said.

He tilted his head, his expression possessing a hint of mischief. “You unbraided your hair.”

She gasped  gently, reaching up  to touch  it. Then she remembered what she’d so quickly forgotten in the flurry of  wanting to  hide her virginity. Dratted wine!  “You saw me in the great hall.”

He gave a short nod, and she thought of a lie.

“My family is not from this region. Where  I hail from, the braid signifies nothing. It was only as I spoke to the mistress of the estate, Maven, that I learned what it indicateshere.”

He cast a wicked grin. “So you quickly rid yourself of  it, for it would be terrible ifanyone thought you a virgin.”

A wave of fresh heat echoed through her. “Yes. For I…well, I am not. And I would not want to give a false impression.”

She couldn’t read his smile—it seemed laced  with secrets. “Perhaps that’s my good fortune.”

Another burst of flames ignited inside  her, filling her breasts and pussy with a startling warmth, a warmth she wanted to  invite him into. “Perhaps,” she said, the word coming out huskier than she’d intended.

“You must know how creamy and ripe your  breasts look within that dress,” he saiddeep and low, taking a step toward her.

She swallowed nervously, unable to reply.

He moved ever closer.  “And you must know  that your every curve is accentuated,on display for men to see.”

She found her voice, wanting to be bold.  What she yearned for felt as if  it were almost within her grasp, and she couldn’t risk losing it now. “I wish for men to seewhat I have  to offer. I have nothing to hide and much to give.” If other women in  Caralon could give freely of their bodies to anyone  they chose, she could, too. At least for tonight.

His voice went lower still, his eyes darker.  “Do you wish to give it to me, sweetvixen?”

She felt deliciously captured by him already. “If you wish to take it.”

Sex tinged his smile as he moved even  nearer and whispered, “Turn around. Look back into the viewing glass.”

She tried to breathe evenly, stay calm, even as her pussy hummed with longing. Ashe stepped  up close behind her, he reached around, splaying one large hand across the green silk that fell down her stomach; the other he poised softly on her shoulder, bare but for the dress’s thin strap. His touch was like a strike of lightning, but nothing compared  to  the shock  he  delivered  when  he  leaned  forward  into  her! Bella  had  told  her

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about cocks and erections, but Teesia couldn’t have imagined  how  big,  how  hard, one  could be. Now Ralen of Charelton’s nestled  tenderly against her rear and she thought she would explode from the desire churning inside her.

“Tell me you’re certain, little vixen,” he  whispered in her ear. His fingers splayed  wider, his thumb brushing the underside of  her breast. Her tense heartbeat now pulsed  through her pussy, as well.

“Oh yes, I’m certain,” she breathed. She wanted this big, fearsome man to teach her  the mysteries of sex more than she’d ever wanted anything in her lifetime.

As he lowered a light, scintillating kiss just below her ear, her head fell back, her  eyes shutting in passion.

“Open your  eyes,” he said.

When she did, their gazes met in the veined  shards and pieces of reflecting glass.

“Look at us together,” he instructed, “and tell me once again, vixen. Tell me you’re  sure you desire this.”

She let out a breath of  frustration, even  within his heavenly grasp. “Why do you

doubt me? Yes, I desire this, desire  you.  Please.”

His unbelievable erection hugged closer against her bottom, making her sigh with heated pleasure, as he gently cooed, “All right, little vixen, all  right. I’m convinced. I’llgive you what you want.”

She sighed with relief—and anticipation—then bit her  lip as she watched his handin the viewing glass,  drifting down over her belly, his fingers slowly edging over thegreen silk to ease into the crux of her thighs. Unimaginable pleasure shot through her, forcing a broken, thready moan from her lips.

More kisses rained across her neck, then her shoulder, as his fingers sank deeper into the thin silk barely separating pussy and hand, and she parted her legs to let him touch her  more easily. Her breath was the only  sound as  he slowly  began tostroke…stroke…stroke with those big, magical fingertips. “How do you like that, little vixen? Does it feel good to your sweet cunt?”

Cunt. She didn’t know that word, but she didn’t have  to—the meaning was easy todecipher. “Mmm, yes,” she purred. “Yes.”

“Watch in the viewing glass,” he reminded  her again, his voice warmly demanding at her ear. “Watch me touch you.”

She focused on the reflection before her, but it was hard  to believe the girl she saw was  her, Teesia of Myrtell, royal virgin,  writhing in the grasp of  a dangerous man in black who she’d never met before. Hard to  believe—and delicious. A most  decadent indulgence