Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Molly? Little bird?”
Torus’s deep voice pulled her back and she looked up to see him staring at her anxiously.
“Where did you go?” he rumbled.
Molly shook her head.
“Sorry, I just had a bad memory, that’s all.”
“Don’t think about him,” Torus told her. Cupping her cheek in his big hand, he looked into her eyes. “Stay here with me, beautiful.”
Molly’s eyes opened wide.
“Oh—did you decide to, uh, add a new nickname to the list?” she asked.
“It fits you,” he murmured.
His eyes held hers for so long that Molly was sure he was going to kiss her. And despite telling herself that she had no wish to do anything sexual or even romantic with the big Kindred, her heart started pounding in her chest. Whenever he was close to her, she could smell that cologne of his—or whatever it was—and it smelled so good it made her want to forget her awful past and jump his bones!
But then, instead of kissing her, Torus had taken the ring out of the little velvet box.
“Can I put this on you?” he’d asked.
Molly had nodded, still too tongue-tied by the intense eye-contact they’d shared, to speak. Then he had walked her back to her suite, although to be honest, she’d felt more like she was floating.
The floaty sensation hadn’t lasted too long though. As soon as Torus said goodnight and she let herself into her suite, Molly had gotten an urgent feeling that someone wanted to talk to her. It turned out to be Lana, demanding “all the tea!”
Molly had stayed up later than she ought to, explaining the situation to her best friend. When she told how Commander Torus had insisted on buying her a ring and had knelt down to put it on her finger, Lana’s mental squeal of excitement made her head ring.
“I knew it! I knew it!” she’d sent over the Think-me connection. “Commander Torus has the hots for you!”
“No, he doesn’t!” Molly protested at once.
“Yes, he does! Why else would he ask you to marry him?
“I just told you why—because we have to pretend to be married for the court case!”
“No, I mean why else would he ask you to marry him that way,” Lana clarified. “I mean, kneeling down and looking into your eyes…”
“He had to kneel down—he’s nine feet tall,” Molly reminded her.
“Still, it’s so romantic. Tell you what, I’ll send some Bonding Fruit juice with you just in case. Ooo—or maybe some of the new Bonding Fruit candy they have out now—it’s extra concentrated!”
“What? No!” Molly protested. “There’s no way I’m going to need Bonding Fruit because we are not going to be Bonding!”
“You might though—better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it,” Lana argued. “Besides, it’s delicious. It tastes like fresh, juicy peaches mixed with ripe strawberries with a hint of buttered popcorn at the end.”
“I don’t care how good it tastes, I’m not going to be using it!” Molly insisted.
“But what if Commander Torus is actually secretly in love with you? I bet he is! I can tell that he’s into you—I could see it during your big announcement about the wedding. His body language—”
“That reminds me,” Molly sent, interrupting before her friend could get going on the topic of “body language.” “I forgot to ask you, but would you please be my Maid of Honor? I know it’s really last minute, but Kat told me to ask anyone I wanted as bridesmaids and she can whip up a dress in a matter of minutes. She has this machine called a replicator that—”
“Yes!” Lana had exclaimed, so loudly through the link that Molly’s head ached.
She laughed.
“Okay, okay—don’t get so excited. It’s still just a fake wedding, you know.”
“You say that now, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it turns out to be real,” Lana sent back.
They talked for a little longer, making plans to meet with Kat before the ceremony—which wasn’t until late afternoon. Then Molly had tried to get some sleep.
She was exhausted but the excitement of the day had kept her up until at last, she had drifted into a dream…a very naughty dream, as it turned out.
In the dream, she saw Torus lying on a perfectly enormous bed which had obviously been made for someone his size. He had his shirt off and his muscular chest was bare. His tight black trousers were open, revealing the biggest cock Molly had ever seen in her life.
My God, she thought uneasily. It’s the size of a baguette! And not a small one, either!
But she couldn’t help staring. Despite his huge and intimidating size, Torus was fascinating to watch as he pleasured himself.
The big Kindred had his eyes closed in her dream and he was stoking himself slowly, one big hand wrapped loosely around his massive shaft. After a moment of watching, mesmerized, Molly realized he was saying something. In her dream, she somehow moved closer until she could hear the low rumble of his voice.