Page 42 of Little Doll

“Hello,” she said, her eyes twinkling at me in the moonlight.

“Hello…”

“Could you help me take your Little Doll to her room, please?”

I smiled, hoping to dazzle her as I had so many before her. Was she the sort who would find my idiot brother with his dashing smile attractive?

Or was she the sort who could be dazzled by a man like me?

“But of course, Willow Wisp,” I quipped before even giving a thought to my response.

Ren sat back and gave me a confused smile. Then she laughed. “Willow Wisp?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. The nicknames come up with themselves. You’re just a little wisp of a girl. Perhaps that’s what made it come to mind.”

She cocked her head to the side and gave me a crooked smile with one arched eyebrow. “I’ll allow it. I kind of like it.”

I smirked. “Oh, you’ll allow it, will you?”

A hint of crimson flamed into her cheeks. She gave my arm a playful shove. “Come on. Let’s get her to bed.”

I leaped down off the limb, hitting the ground on my feet. I looked up at her in time to see a look of admiration on her face punctuated by heavy eyelids and slightly parted lips.

Dazzle.

She shimmied down to Nova’s branch and gently helped to maneuver and lower my sister into my arms. Even though she was dead weight, she barely felt like she weighed anything in myarms. I cradled Nova to me, acutely aware both of her cold lithe form against me, and Ren’s small body and quick steps next to me as she tried to keep up with my long legs. Her body seemed to roll with heat that reached out and sizzled when it touched me.

Once we stepped inside Blackmoth House, the walls and floors did their magical shift and, in a dizzying second, we found ourselves standing in Nova’s stone room. If anyone asked me how to navigate the magic of Blackmoth House, I wouldn’t know how to explain it. The whole place was like a watery dream that flowed and swirled into whatever we wanted it to become.

I shivered once we landed in the stone room. The place felt like a tomb to me, and I hated being in it. That’s why I’d been more than happy to fix up other places in the house to make them safe for Nova.

I hoped she’d quit asking me to spend time with her in the stone coffin of a room.

Ren pulled back Nova’s bed covers, and I ever so gently laid the little doll on it. Ren moved to the foot of the bed, lifted Nova’s skirt, and unlaced one of her boots. I joined her in the task and started to unlace the other boot. Ren finished first, gently removed the boot, then carried it across the room to the red chair where I sometimes sat. She stood there next to the chair, holding the boot.

When I pulled off Nova’s other boot, I followed Ren across the room, without really knowing why.

Once I reached her side, she placed Nova’s boot on the floor, and took the other one from me to place beside its mate.

Then she pushed me down into the chair.

Next, she climbed onto my lap and pressed her lips to mine.

As soon as our lips touched, they caught fire. That is when her tongue proceeded down my throat.

She probed my mouth with hers, invading me. I tipped my head to better let her and as our heat mounted; I growled darkly into her. She pulled her face back from me, grabbed my jaw and told me, “Shhhhh,” while giving a sparkly eyed smile. I smiled too, staring at her lips, which she obliged me by planting back on mine.

Ren Ripley set off a series of mind-numbing explosions inside my brain. There would come a time when I would explore every single infinitesimal part of this woman. Lick and kiss my way over the plains, swells and valleys of her entire body. Uncover all her dirty secrets.

But that night, I had to have her.

It was a desperation, really, to take her hard and fast.

She had shimmied around on my lap until she was straddling me, the silks of her skirt sighing asshe linked her legs around my waist and the rigid back of the chair. As she quivered against me during her feverish kisses, my cock raged against my trousers. Never releasing my lips, her little fingers deftly opened my trousers and unsheathed my dick, which jolted as it met the sultry night air in the dark room.

I lurched to my feet, lifting her with me. My hands were deft too, and I quickly and roughly placed her feet back on the floor and spun her around. She released a dreamy and content sigh as I encircled her waist with my arm and pushed down between her shoulder blades, forcing her to lean forward and brace herself on the chair.

With a torrid whisper of fabric, I lifted the back of her dress. I breathed long ragged hiss as I noted she had on nothing beneath her petticoats except her boots. I raked both my palms against her ass, digging my fingers into her soft, warm flesh there. She arched her back like a cat and wiggled her rear toward me, as though magnetized to me.

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