Hunt on Dark Waters (Crimson Sails #1) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Witches Tags Authors: Series: Crimson Sails Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
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It’s not love. Not really. But it feels like it could be if I gave in and let myself fall.

I kiss him and ride him faster. At least if his tongue is in my mouth, then I’m not saying things I have no business putting to voice. Except it doesn’t seem to matter, because he pulls me even closer, holding me as if I’m the most precious thing in existence. As if he truly is worshiping me like he said last night.

My orgasm crests and there’s no peace in it. The pleasure seems to get deeper and stronger with every moment I spend with Bowen.

It scares me. Because there’s one rule of Bunny’s that was less of a rule and more of a warning. The women in our family might play at giving their heart away, but the truth is that they only do it once. Guard yours, little bird. Because once you hand it over, you’ll never get it back.

I’m not giving my heart to Bowen. Damn it, I’m not. He might be honorable, and sexy, and protective, but so are a lot of other people. He might kiss me like I mean the world to him, but that’s just because he’s so devastatingly serious.

He tightens his grip and moves my body over him, fucking up into me. I thought I was done. I should’ve known better. My thighs are shaking so intensely, I can do nothing but hang on. He doesn’t need my help, anyway.

When he comes, it’s groaning my name against my throat. He makes it sound like a benediction. Like a prayer.

Bowen scatters kisses along my jawline before taking my mouth again. When he finally leans back, I’m breathless and shaking. He looks just as devastated, which is only a small reassurance. “I can’t get enough of you.”

The feeling is entirely mutual. I should dredge up some kind of sarcastic, witty response. I have nothing. I just stare at him and shake. “It feels like the world doesn’t exist outside this room right now.”

He laughs little. “Does it exist? Or did time stop the moment we walked through the door?”

“What did I tell you about being charming? It’s upsetting.” But I smile as I say it. I like him charming. I like him stubborn. I even like him when he’s been particularly paladin.

Oh no.

As much to escape my thoughts as anything else, I slide off him and crawl to the edge of the bed. “A bath. What I need is a bath.”

Bowen watches me with dark eyes that see too much. “Are you running from me, Evelyn?”

“Of course not. That would be ludicrous. We just had messy sex and I want to clean up. That’s all.” I don’t sound convincing, even to myself. I’m running from the strange feelings in my chest, from the suspicion that’s taking root deep inside me. It doesn’t matter. It can’t matter.

I look around the room for something to focus on. It’s a rustic kind of cozy, the stone floors covered with a thick handwoven rug and several macramé pieces of art hanging on the walls in bright colors. The big, sturdy bed dominates the space, but I’m not looking there because that bed contains Bowen and the evidence of just how far in over my head I am.

On the opposite side of the room, there’s a door to the bathroom—more indoor plumbing, thank the gods—and the large inset stone pool that connects to what I suspect is a system of natural hot springs. Combined with the proximity to the bay and beach, it’s no wonder a town sprang into existence here.

The stone pool has steps carved into it, and I wade down them without hesitation. Too fast. The water is hotter than I expected, and while it feels good, it’s downright shocking. Not that I let that stop me. Not when I’m too busy being a coward. “Listen, the sex is amazing, but I think this hot spring might be better than sex.”

“Now you’re just trying to hurt my feelings.”

Even though I know better, I glance back at him. He might accuse me of being a succubus, but it feels like he’s cast a spell on me. One look and I forget why I was running at all. “I’ll prove it to you. Come here.”

For a beat, I think he might call me on my mixed signals. I see the exact moment he chooses not to. He stretches, and the bastard is definitely putting on a show for me. Then he rises and I watch him with my heart in my throat as he walks naked to the bath. He’s so at home in his skin. I don’t know why that’s a revelation, but it is. Even though I’m sore and tired and exhausted, my pussy pulses.

He eases into the water and moans a little. “I retract my statement. This is better than sex.”


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