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)
She backed up a little, shaking her head. “Didn’t you hear me? You don’t have a heartbeat.”
“So?” I frowned as I stalked her across the endless misty world. “I’m still breathing, aren’t I? Come. Here.”
“Are you breathing?” She held her hands to her mouth, exhaling against them as if testing to see if air appeared. “Am I breathing?” Her fingers flew to her chest, pressing above the swell of her breast. “I...I don’t have a heartbeat either.”
The slippery, darting thought I’d had before returned.
The idea that perhaps this wasn’t a physical plane but a metaphysical one. I didn’t really care. All I cared about was touching her because if I didn’t, I’d break into a million tiny pieces and disappear.
“Come here, Rook.”
Her.
Only her.
Only she could cripple me and control me.
And right now, I needed her.
So. Fucking. Much.
“But we need to figure this out,” she argued.
“Not if it wastes the precious time we might have before death truly takes us.” Marching into her, I captured the back of her neck and kissed her.
The perfect taste of her flooded my senses.
The tug in my soul grew worse, urging me to hurry, hurry, before it was too late.
Rook cried out as I bit her bottom lip.
I waited for the silvery splash of her medicinal blood—
And wasn’t prepared for her response.
Chapter Thirteen
I SNAPPED.
The fragile thread of control I’d been clinging to shredded. Who cared about where we were or what this meant?
We were dying.
A raw, starving sound tore from my throat as I launched myself at him.
Lucien staggered back as I crashed into his chest, my hands fisting his open shirt. I yanked him down and kissed him like I was trying to devour him whole.
He grunted in surprise, but I didn’t give him time to recover.
I bit his bottom lip like he’d bitten mine, then soothed it with my tongue before plunging back into his mouth. My fingers clawed at his shoulders, nails digging deliberately hard as I pushed him backward through the swirling mist.
“Rook—” he gasped against my mouth.
“Shut up.” I shoved him harder. The moment his back hit something solid—an invisible wall, a tree, I didn’t care—I climbed him. Literally. Legs wrapping around his waist, arms locking behind his neck.
I kissed him deeper, hungrier, grinding myself against the hard length of him.
He groaned, the sound vibrating through my chest as his hands instinctively gripped my ass, holding me up.
I rocked against him, rolling my hips with shameless need, feeling his cock throb between us through the thin fabric of his trousers. Heat flooded between my legs, slick and aching.
“Fuck.” His fingers dug harder into my flesh. “Rook—”
I silenced him again with another bruising kiss, sucking on his tongue, biting, claiming. My hands slid into his hair and yanked, forcing his head back so I could drag my mouth down the column of his throat. I licked the salt from his skin, then sank my teeth in just below his jaw.
A deep, guttural growl ripped out of him.
His hips jerked up against me, grinding his hardness right where I needed it most.
Power crackled between us—silver frost racing over my skin, golden fire licking across his.
I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “I want you inside me. Right now.”
A wicked smile curved his lips as I tightened my legs around him.
In one powerful movement, he flipped our positions, slamming my back against the invisible wall. Mist swirled around us as he pinned me there, his body hard and unyielding.
“Careful what you ask for, Rook,” he growled against my ear, his hand bunching my nightgown up to my waist. Cool air kissed my bare skin before two thick fingers dragged through my wetness, testing me, teasing me, then plunged deep without warning.
I cried out, back arching.
I wanted him.
Not just sexually but desperately.
I wanted to crawl inside him and live inside his heart. I needed his fire flooding my veins. I needed every inch of him buried so deep inside me, we stopped being two separate souls and became one.
“Hearing your thoughts is going to get me into trouble.” He kissed me again, his flavour turning thick with smoke. His fingers pumped hard and fast, curling with devastating precision.
I moaned, hips rocking against his hand. Frost bloomed across the unseen wall behind me while golden flames licked over his shoulders. Our clothing vanished, leaving us gloriously naked.
Lucien withdrew his fingers. I whimpered at the loss—only for him to replace them with the thick head of his cock. He rubbed it against my entrance, coating himself in my slickness, then drove into me with one brutal thrust.
A wanton scream tore free.
He filled me completely, stretching me, burying himself to the hilt in one savage stroke. The feeling was overwhelming—pleasure edged with the faintest bite of pain.
Lucien groaned, deep and filthy, as he fucked me hard.