Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
All the raw, unfinished hunger from the dreamscape slammed into us with vicious intensity. Hunger. Lust. Desperation.
Rook’s arousal flooded the bond—hot and aching. My body hardened and it took monumental effort not to pull her down to the floor.
Primal urges snarled to bury myself inside her until the only thing we cared about was being joined—writhing together, coming together.
Her breath hitched as I dragged my tongue over her wound. She pressed her thighs together, moaning quietly.
You’re going to have to stop. Her hand landed on my head for balance. Whatever happened to us when we first woke up has left me—
Starving?
Her chin tipped down as her fingers clutched my hair. I don’t understand why I need you so much. Why it feels as if sex is the most important thing when it’s the last thing we should be thinking about.
I feel the same way.
I needed her.
So. Fucking. Much.
Every instinct demanded I slip inside her tight, wet heat and—
God, Lucien. Her fingers yanked on my hair, picking up on my filthy thoughts. Stop it.
Stop it?
How?
My cock pounded with savage demand. Whatever that vision or dream we’d slipped into had ruined us. It wasn’t even about sex or pleasure but something else. Something driving us beyond rational minds and logic.
A fizzle of fire tried to spark around my heart, making me feral as I shifted from her hip to her core.
“Lucien,” she hissed, pulling my hair to stop me. “We can’t.”
I didn’t have a choice. I lost all control as I ignored her soft protest and pressed a kiss on the nightgown hiding her wetness.
I couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t stop it.
Shielding her body with mine, I blocked what I was about to do from the assassin’s view, and ran my hand up her leg.
She gasped as I found no panties. No obstruction. Whoever had dressed us when they’d found us on the mountain had done me a favour.
She swayed against me as I plunged two fingers inside her. Her inner walls clenched greedily around me as I curled them, stroking that perfect spot.
“Oh, God.” Her knees buckled.
Wrapping my arm around her thighs, I held her upright as I latched my mouth back onto her bloody hip and fucked her hard and fast with my fingers.
Hurry, I ordered. Come for me.
Her blood on my tongue and her arousal on my skin—it healed something broken inside me even as her taste flooded my mouth. Her flavour was all wrong, like old ashy pennies—
I went to pull away, but her hand turned fierce, holding my mouth against her.
My heart skipped a beat as her core tightened around my fingers. I growled against her skin, dragging my teeth lightly over the wound as I took another deep lick, chasing her release, driving her high and fast.
Her breath came in short, choppy whimpers as her hips rocked shamelessly on my hand.
Come, I growled into her mind, sucking harder, begging the rush of healing to wash through me like usual. Right now, Rook.
She shattered.
Her core clamped around my fingers in powerful, rhythmic pulses.
And...something happened.
The combination of her orgasm and blood sent strength and fire roaring through my veins—
“Oi!” a harsh voice barked from the wall. “Keep moving! No stopping!”
Withdrawing my fingers, I used her as a crutch as I staggered to my feet. The fire threatened to splutter out again and pure instinct had me bringing my fingers to lips and sucking off the remnants of her orgasm.
A desperate shudder tore through me as her taste hit me—far more potent than her blood and deliciously powerful.
I groaned a little as my cock begged to copy her and release.
I couldn’t think around the images inside my head. Of mingling our energy through sex and—
“I can’t believe you just did that.” Her cheeks pinked as she wrenched my fingers out of my mouth. “Can’t believe you just made me do that.”
The urge to rip the nightgown off her body and bury myself inside her right there on the cold ground was fucking unbearable.
Grabbing Rook’s hand, I yanked her back into a walk, shielding her body with mine as much as possible. Every step sent a sharp jolt of discomfort through my aching erection, but I clenched my jaw and forced myself to keep moving.
Focus.
Kill first, then I could spend as much time as I wanted between her thighs.
Sinking inside myself, I nursed the tiny, fragile flame spluttering and smoking around my heart. It was weak but at least it’d returned—either from Rook’s release or her blood.
Walking down the corridor, I brought my wrist to my mouth and tore open my skin with my teeth.
“What are you doing?” Rook hissed.
Black blood—same as hers—welled instantly.
Without breaking stride, I pressed the bleeding wound firmly against her mouth. “Drink,” I ordered, voice low and strained. “Take it while we move.”
Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t pull away. Her lips sealed around my torn flesh, and the moment she began to suck, a rough groan escaped my throat. The bond flared again as her tongue slid over my skin, pulling my blood into her body.