Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“My cock,” she moaned in response. She pressed kisses along his neck, sending waves of molten hot fire through his veins. She was his queen, partner, lover, and woman.
Her pussy muscles clenched around him, holding on like a vise. “I love you so much, Blaze.”
“And I you.” He thrust his hips harder into her, slamming his cock, driving as deep as he could go.
Her breasts bounced as she moved with him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. A sudden explosion burst inside of him. He spewed his seed up her tight channel. “Blaze!” she screamed, signaling her own peak. She shuddered against him.
Calliope wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight. “I really needed that.”
Blaze kissed her now sweat-glistened forehead. “As did I. These past few weeks have been a trying experience for all of us. Our sons are just as affected by their missing sister as we are. Jayru’s temper has been quite fragile lately, and our youngest…”
She frowned. “What’s wrong with Taylon?”
“I thought I caught him crying.”
“Well, he’s still a little boy.”
“I know, but I think it embarrassed him that he’d been discovered.”
Calliope pouted. “Aww, my poor baby. Maybe it would be best if I remained here for my sons. I’ll miss you so much.”
Blaze cupped her face in his palms. “I promise to return as soon as I can.”
“I won’t return until London is home safe.”
Chapter
Four
Zahn had never been happier to be back on his ship. Now that London was in his grasp, he could head back to Thibius, but first, he’d see that they delayed the trip back for a couple days. He planned to mete out a little punishment.
He stretched out in his tub, sipping the heated wine from his chalice. The pollution on planet Earth left him with an unclean feeling. Zahn contemplated the events since he’d captured London. Something was definitely different about the princess he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She looked the same, save the haircut, but still, there was something else about her.
For one thing, when he caught her in the shower there had been fear.
Considering what he had in store for her she ought to be afraid, but there was a look of… what was it exactly? It almost seemed as if she didn’t recognize him.
After she’d passed out, Zahn had checked to make sure she was all right. Other than the bump on her head, he assured himself London was fine. He then used his cloaking device, normally used as a tool in warfare, to carry her back to the ship. It had been annoying enough to have all the curious bystanders staring at him on his own, but carrying an unconscious woman was quite another thing.
Placing his chalice down, Zahn stood up and grabbed a towel before drying himself.
It was time. He threw on a robe and strode into his adjoining room. London lay face down, arms stretched out with each wrist chained to his bed posts. Her legs were spread apart as well— also secured by the shackles. And she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. The expanse of soft silken skin, gently curving to a curvaceous backside, had his cock stiffening.
She was still unconscious, but not for long.
He walked over to the bed and sat next to her prone body. Her hair, which was now dry, framed her face with tight curls. He was so used to seeing her with long hair but the curls suited her.
He grazed her hair with the back of his hand. It was soft and he wanted to keep touching it but the rest of her still naked form caught his attention. Unable to help himself, he trailed his fingers along the back of her thighs. His gaze drifted to her plump pussy lips. Zahn continued his exploration, allowing his fingertips to graze her folds. Just then, she shivered as though sensing his touch and enjoying it.
He licked his lips in anticipation of the pleasure to come. London groaned, moving her head from side to side. She was coming to. Good. He preferred her to be awake for what he planned for her. She looked so lovely, so innocent in her slumber.
Then he remembered the humiliation he’d suffered at her hands and anger tore through his chest. “Wake up,” he growled, nudging her shoulder with a fierce poke.
She didn’t deserve to pose as an innocent, even in sleep. Not after what she’d done.
London stirred, a moan escaping her full lips. She stayed still for a moment before twisting her head until their eyes met. She opened her mouth as if to scream, but he covered it with his palm.
“Silence! You have a lot of nerve, Princess London Blazedawyter, to run away from home the way you did, worrying your parents and dishonoring your Emperor. People have been put to death for less, but you… you think because you’re a princess, you can do whatever you want. I’ve seen how you’re able to get your way with your father and mother, but it won’t be so with me. No, you’ll soon learn who your master is, and I am he.”