Like a wolf
that’s sniffed its prey, my nostrils flare with excitement at the sight of the
open door. Finally, after all this time, she’s mine.
I rush to
the door like a rabid animal, wanting to claim her this very instant.
I can’t
wait any longer. I want her so badly; I feel like I’m about to explode with
need, so I storm through the door, ready to take her.
I kick the
door to my cage closed and march toward hers. I ignore everything else in the
room and focus solely on getting to her. I peer around the corner through the
opening. There she is.
My woman.
My Ella.
I rush to
her, not giving a shit that Syrena is yelling at me, asking what’s going on. I
want her. No, I need her.
I want to
bury myself deep inside her and hear her moans as I fill her with my seed. I
want to feel her skin on top of mine; I want to lick her crevice and taste her
sweetness on my tongue. I want it all.
But when I
approach her, she cowers in a corner, diving away when I get close.
Her eyes
are filled with fear as I stare at her for a moment, her body shivering.
But there’s
no need to be scared. I’ll take more than good care of her.
I’ll give
her every lick she’ll need, every kiss she asks for. I’ll protect her from
anything and anyone. Because she’s mine now …
My woman.
My Ella.
I reach for
her and grasp her arm. She resists, jerking free, so I take her other arm.
Again, she pulls back and gives me this look as if she doesn’t want me to touch
her. But that’s not true. I saw her looking. I saw those hungry eyes. I saw her
practically begging for my cock when she licked her lips at the sight of it.
Just as her
eyes slide down my body this very instant, taking in every inch of my length.
She gulps, visibly impressed. A smirk spreads on my lips.
I know she
likes what she sees.
She can’t
deny her own body’s desires.
So I put my
hands on her tiny waist, lift her up from the floor, and throw her over my
shoulder.
Then I turn
around and march right back into the room I came from, kicking the door to her
cage shut.
With her
fists, she pounds on my back.
Feisty. I
like that.
It makes it
much more interesting when she’s just as eager as I am. I’ll make sure she’s
opened up to me before our time is over.
I put her
down on the bed, and she immediately tries to crawl away. Towering over her, I
grasp her ankles and flip her over. That blue dress looks pretty on her … but
it’s in the way. So I lean over her and push it up with my hand until it’s
right above her waist. I can see she’s struggling, her fingers desperately
clinging to the fabric as if she’s afraid of what’s about to happen.
But the
look in her eyes … it’s different from anything I’ve ever seen before. Like she
doesn’t know what’s about to happen. Like it’s never happened to her before.
Could she
be …?
I smile at
the thought.
My seed
will be the first to lay claim to her womb.
As I hover
over her, she places her hands on my chest and face, pushing me away. I grasp
them and pin them above her head. My face is so close to hers now … I can smell
her delicious scent. With my eyes closed, I take a whiff, and they almost roll
to the back of my head. That’s how good it smells.
But when I
open my eyes again, hers are red, and water fills them again. With my thumb, I
brush away the single drop rolling down her cheek. Then I tuck her beautiful
white hair behind her ears, and I lean in to press a kiss to her lips.
It’s
agonizingly slow for me, but I know I need to be gentle with her.
For all
these years, her body went untouched, and it doesn’t know how to respond to a
man like me. Doesn’t know how to yield.
But I’ll
show her. With my body, I’ll teach her how to submit.
Eden Butler is an editor and writer of Mystery, Suspense and Contemporary Romance novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. 
