Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
The shock knocks the air from me. Arson—who cages me, who takes until I’m ruined—is flat on his back, his cock heavy and hard against my pussy, eyes dark and unmasked, looking at me like I’m the only thing left.
“Fuck,” he groans, fingers bruising my thighs. “On top of me…you’re a vision.”
Heat surges through me. I grip him, guiding his cock to my entrance. The blunt head pushes against me, and then I’m sinking down, inch by thick inch, stretched until he’s buried to the hilt. A strangled cry rips out of me.
“Christ, Lilian.” His head falls back, throat bared, muscles locked tight, sweat slicking his chest. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
I start to move, slow at first—grinding, rolling my hips, dragging him against the spot that makes me gasp. His hands fist the sheets, knuckles white, his restraint trembling in every taut line of muscle. The sight of him—undone beneath me, teeth gritted, eyes locked on me like I’m both a weapon and salvation—fuels me. I slam down harder, nails raking across his chest, leaving raised welts. He jerks, a savage groan torn from his throat.
“Fuck, yes,” he snarls. “Claw me. Bite me. I want you carved into me.”
The rhythm builds, slick and punishing, the slap of my body against his echoing in the room. His gaze pins me, wild, reverent, unblinking.
“Don’t stop,” he pants, chest heaving. “Watching you ride me like this—it’s the filthiest, most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”
I grind harder, teeth sinking into his neck, my nails dragging down his sides. His hips snap up, his cock spearing deep, and I cry out, the coil inside me burning hot and sharp.
“I’m close,” I choke, hips trembling.
His hand fists in my hair, dragging my mouth to his. His breath collides with mine, raw and uneven, his words scraped out between clenched teeth. “I won’t let anyone take you from me. Not them. Not fate. Not even my brother.” His eyes blaze, voice fractured. “You’re mine. Only mine.”
The vow detonates inside me, ripping the orgasm out of me. My body convulses around him, my scream swallowed by his mouth. He bucks up hard, his thrusts ragged and undone.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his voice wrecked. “You’re wringing me dry. Don’t stop, baby. Don’t ever fucking stop.”
His cock pulses inside me, spilling hot, his arms crushing me down against his chest. His teeth bite into my shoulder as he moans my name like it’s the only word he knows. I collapse against him, trembling, sweat-slick, my nails still buried in his skin.
He doesn’t ease his grip, doesn’t pull out. His chest heaves under mine, his breath rough against my ear as he whispers, broken but sure, “Every mark. Every bruise. Every fucked-up piece of me—you own it. No one else. Only you.”
I know he means the words because I can feel them. In every pulse of his cock that’s still inside me, in the sting of his bite on my shoulder, in the way he clings to me like he’d burn the world before he let me slip away.
Gradually, reality seeps back in—the beeping of the heart monitor on the floor now, the dull throb of my bruises, the uncertainty of our situation. Arson doesn’t move off me. Instead, he holds me anchored against his chest, his arms locked around my waist like a band of iron. I wince as the shift jostles my battered body, the aches and pains making themselves known now that the endorphins have started to fade.
“Dammit. I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my cheek. “I shouldn’t have been so rough.”
“I’m not complaining,” I whisper, tilting my head to catch his mouth in a languid kiss. “I needed that. Needed you.”
A hum vibrates through his chest as his hand strokes soothingly up and down my spine. “I needed you, too. More than you know.”
We lie in silence for a while, our breathing slowly evening out, our heartbeats syncing up. It’s a rare moment of peace and connection in the midst of the chaos that has become our lives. I know it can’t last—there are too many unanswered questions, too many threats looming on the horizon. For now, I let myself savor it, this feeling of being wholly and completely his. The reprieve doesn’t last long because even as I let myself sink into him, a shadow slips into the confines of my mind.
Aries. The thought of him lingers like a bruise beneath the surface, sharp with guilt I can’t shake. Deep down, I know no matter how much I want this, want Arson, part of me still aches for the other half of what I can’t have, may never be.
After a long moment, I shift, trying to ease off his lap.
Arson’s grip tightens in an instant, and I find myself pulled flush against his chest once again. “Where do you think you’re going?” he growls, hazel eyes glinting. “I’m not done with you yet.”