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)
“You’re not making me worse.” I held on as we writhed together, tree bark bruising my spine. “You’re making it better. So, so much better.”
“In that case...” He surged into me and I couldn’t stop it.
A savage orgasm tore free. I screamed his name as my body clenched around his and for a fraction of a second everything stopped.
Everything ended. Restarted. Renewed.
I surrendered as the most intense release of my life detonated.
Fire and ice collided with the forces of solar and polar as our energies unravelled and knotted, trapping us in a vortex of silver and gold.
Our kiss turned reckless as we rocked harder, vicious and violent. Elemental power surged again—feeding each other, saving each other, creating a perfect harmony.
His heart thundered against mine, and I couldn’t tell if he made love to my body, mind, or soul.
“I can feel you,” I whispered into his mouth. “I can feel you everywhere.”
“Same. I feel you in every part of me. I can feel you fixing me.” His eyes smouldered a dangerous red. “And I’m not going to stop until I’m cured.”
A blast of fire tore through me, searing his oath onto my heart.
Something changed between us. Something fundamental. Our connection deepened from mortal to cosmic.
It felt like falling.
Like drowning.
Like every hidden part of me was suddenly laid exquisitely, excruciatingly bare.
He penetrated my very existence, walking in my spirit and heart. The bridge between us turned permanent and impenetrable, allowing him to stroll into my soul, just like I trespassed into his.
I’d never felt this way before. This bonded, this wanted.
We kissed as if this was the last time we would ever be together—like the world would end the moment our pleasure ceased. And who knew...perhaps it would.
The snow globe flexed around us. Mist wisped around the endless meadow, weaving around frosty grass, ice flowers, and blazing blossoms.
His arm snapped tight around my waist, his hand pressing on my lower back as he wrung out the waves of my release. And as his tongue touched mine, I felt him deep, deep inside me. Deeper than flesh or bone, deeper than soul and spirit. I felt him in my very essence—entwined and everlasting.
My heart burst wide open as our energy reached a fever pitch.
His hand slid up my spine until his fingers tangled in my hair, his scarlet-ringed eyes catching mine. We stared at each other as if we could see straight through death and into the immortality that was killing us. The centuries we could have. The eternity we could spend.
Without a word, his hand slid from my hair to cup my cheek. His touch was reverent even as his face etched with fierce hunger. His thumb brushed under my eye, wiping away a tear I didn’t know I’d shed.
“I love you.” Pressing his forehead to mine, he withdrew then surged back inside, falling over the edge of his own orgasm.
His power crashed into me as he came, hot and untamed, filling every icy, hollow corner. I arched in his arms as delicious heat and vibrant energy swept through me, making my frost sing with potential.
And as we slowly came down from chaos, we never looked away from each other, fearing we’d done something catastrophic.
It felt as if we’d defied the very law of nature.
Strayed into a place that didn’t exist in our world.
And changed our fate...all because we loved each other.
Chapter Twenty-Two
EVERYTHING WAS...PERFECT.
I’d never felt such peace. Such gratitude. Absolute serenity wrapped around me like a dream, protecting me from pain and misery, delivering ultimate paradise.
Yawning, I sat up from where we’d fallen asleep. A vast meadow rested beneath a sky painted with warm golds and cool silvers. The blossom tree arched overhead, its branches heavy with pink flowers—its petals falling over us like gentle rain. They blanketed the ground and clung to Rook’s nakedness as if they were as addicted to her as I was.
Reclining on my side, I propped my head in my hand as the babbling of a river snaked in the distance, glowing faintly as if it flowed with quicksilver instead of water.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Rook as she slept. Her long black hair gleamed, her thick eyelashes like ebony feathers, her lips as perfect as the petal lingering on her cheekbone.
Reaching to brush it away, my fingers tingled.
She smiled in her sleep, fisting my heart with agonising love.
Everything about this place was a drug, and she was by far my greatest addiction. I didn’t know why we hadn’t woken back in reality, but the longer I looked at her, the more I fell into her. I never wanted to wake up. Never wanted to return to the real world where we hurt and struggled and died.
If we could stay here for the rest of eternity...I would be happy.
My fingers drifted from her cheek to her throat. She sucked in a breath as I traced a lazy path over her shoulder and down her arm, making her break out in goosebumps. Her bare breasts begged me to kiss them. Her honey skin gleamed with white-etched snowflakes.