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)
Each thrust slammed me back against the invisible wall, his hips snapping forward with raw, punishing force. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the misty realm as he took me exactly how I’d begged—fast, deep, and relentless.
My legs shook around his waist. I could barely breathe. Every brutal stroke dragged me closer to the edge, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over until my vision sparkled with silver stars.
“Lucien—”
He released my wrists only to grab my ass with both hands, lifting me higher so he could drive even deeper.
Steam billowed thicker. The ground trembled. Our powers clashed—ice cracking, fire roaring—the entire dreamscape pulsing with raw, uncontrollable energy.
My orgasm crashed through me like an avalanche. I screamed his name as I clenched around him, wave after wave of shattering pleasure.
He followed with a guttural roar. His hips jerked into mine with short, sharp thrusts, wringing every last drop of pleasure from both of us.
For a long moment, the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the soft hiss of steam slowly fading.
Lucien pressed his forehead to mine, still buried deep inside me. His arms trembled as he held me pinned against the wall. “We could live ten thousand years, and I would still never get enough of you.”
I shivered in sated bliss.
He kissed my eyelids and the tip of my nose. “Do you forgive me? Do you still hate me for leaving you that night?”
I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. My hands framed his face, thumbs brushing over the sharp line of his cheekbones. “Hate you?” I shook my head. “I love you. I love you even when I’m furious and terrified. I never hated you, Lucien, I just hated that you left me.”
He flinched with relief, his eyes suspiciously bright. “You don’t know what that means to me. How sorry I am.”
“Next time, promise me you’ll take me with you, okay? When our time is over, don’t try and be noble and trade your life for mine. When you die...I die.”
He groaned and kissed me hard. We fell into each other all over again, not sated, full of desperation to continue.
His pupils flared with molten flames. “I promise that when the end comes, I won’t leave you behind. I’m not going to let you go. Not ever.”
We folded to the floor, kissing all the way. Lying me down exquisitely gently, we clung to each other, skin to skin, soul to soul—naked and bare and begging. Blanketing me with his body, he slipped back inside me.
We rocked together, slowly, sensually.
Heat and need spiralled up my spine, preparing to release again.
“Not yet,” he breathed, withdrawing and sliding down my body.
My eyes opened, hazy and heavy as he left a wake of kisses down my belly before settling between my thighs and hooking my legs over his shoulders.
“But...you just came inside me.”
“So?” Spreading me open, he smiled another wicked smile. “I only care about how delicious you taste, not me.”
The first hot swipe of his tongue ripped a cry from my throat.
He licked me like he needed my taste to survive—long, filthy strokes that ended with his tongue devouring me. Every lap sent waves of liquid fire through my core, causing the frost in my blood to shockwave outward.
I arched off the misty ground, my fingers fisting in his hair. “Lucien—oh, God—”
He groaned, sending delicious vibrations shooting right from my centre and all the way to my toes. My legs trembled and tried to close around his head, sensitive—far, far too sensitive—but his hands locked around my thighs, holding me open to feast.
I looked down. Our eyes locked. He smiled as he licked me.
Oh fuck—
An orgasm hit me without warning.
It slammed through me like whitewater.
Scalding energy arrowed into my heart, healing me, fixing me, granting untold power as ice erupted with frost, stamping the ground with wintery fractals.
Lucien shuddered between my legs, drinking every pulse of my release, and when he finally lifted his head, his lips were glossy and eyes wild with fire.
“My turn.” Not giving me time to catch my breath, he flipped me onto my hands and knees. My elbows almost gave out as I took my weight—my entire body boneless.
His fingers locked around my hips, pulling me backward. I braced as he folded over me and shivered as he thrust from behind in one deliciously brutal stroke.
God, he was deep. So, so deep.
He didn’t wait for me to adjust, using the wetness of my two climaxes to take me rough and hard. One of his hands cupped my breast, the other braced against the ground. I studied his fingers as mist wove around his wrist and I lost myself entirely to him.
Every powerful thrust pushed his fire into my veins, forcing the ice to answer in perfect synergy. We fought a war of elements—hot and cold, fiery and icy.