Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“I’ll book the earliest flight I can find,” he promised. He kissed me again and I could see the excitement dancing in his dark brown eyes. “This is it, sweetheart—this is the start of our life together. Our real life.”
“Our real life,” I agreed, grinning at him. I kissed him again and then he left to buy our tickets. My heart was so full I wanted to sing—even if I knew it would come out off-key. It seemed to me that happiness—real happiness—was finally within my reach.
I had no idea how wrong I was or that we were being watched…and had been for some time.
FORTY-FOUR
VIVIENNE
The house was quiet, packed suitcases casting long shadows in the moonlight. Tomorrow, Kor and I would be gone. Tomorrow, the rules wouldn’t matter. That knowledge hummed in the air between us, a current of anticipation that made my skin feel too tight and too sensitive.
I stood by the bed, feeling the delicate lace of the white teddy I wore against my skin. The straps were thin, the cups sheer, and the hem rode high on my thighs. I wore nothing underneath—no panties, just me. It felt daring…naughty…final. Were we really going to do this? Were we really going to break the Unbreakable Laws on purpose?
Kor stood across the room, his gaze a physical weight that traveled over me, leaving heat in its wake. He was wearing nothing but a long pair of pajama pants and his broad, bare chest was mouthwatering in the dimly lit room.
“Remember,” he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room, “how I promised to breed you tonight?”
My breath caught in my throat and came out as a shaky sound. His eyes were dark and intense—holding me in place as he looked at me.
I swallowed hard and when I spoke, my voice was breathless, barely a whisper.
“And…are you going to…will you knot me, too?”
He groaned, low in his throat as though my words made him want me even more. He crossed the room in two strides, his hands coming up to frame my face. They were so big and warm and gentle—I wanted them all over me.
“Yeah, baby,” he promised, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “I’m going to knot you so deep and so hard you’ll feel it for days. Gonna pump you full of my seed and claim every part of you.”
A full-body shudder wracked me as heat—real and urgent—bloomed low in my belly and spread outward. We’d been staving off my Cycle for days—pushing our luck—but the dam was breaking now. I needed it—I needed him—inside me. And I could see in his eyes that Kor needed to fill me as much as I needed to be filled.
He captured my mouth in a kiss that made fresh heat bloom inside me. It was long, and deep, and devastatingly gentle. His hands slid down from my face, over the fragile lace on my shoulders, tracing the sides of my breasts, my waist, my hips. Every touch made me shiver. I sighed into his mouth, my hands coming up to rest on the hard plane of his chest.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips down my throat, to the lace edge of the teddy.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “My beautiful girl.”
He hooked a finger under one strap and drew it down my arm, baring my breast. Ducking his head, he took my tight, aching peak into his mouth, sucking deeply.
I moaned, my hands flying to his hair. The sensation was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, sucking and licking until my nipples were hard, throbbing points and I was panting, my head thrown back.
His hand slid down my stomach, over the lace hem of the teddy, covering my mound. He cupped me, his palm applying a firm, perfect pressure. I could feel the heat and dampness already seeping through the delicate fabric.
“Kor…” I moaned, my hips pushing against his hand of their own accord. “Please, I need you.”
“I know, sweetheart. Let me get you ready for me.”
He eased his hand beneath the lace hem, his fingertips finding my slick, swollen folds and I moaned and parted my thighs for him. I couldn’t help myself—I was already drenched and so desperately needy.
His touch was slow and deliberate, circling my clit, dipping a finger just inside my entrance. The intimacy of it—the sheer possession in his touch and the way he knew exactly how to please me—made my knees weak.
“God, you’re perfect,” he growled as he stroked and teased me. “So wet for me already. That’s going to make taking me so much easier for your tight little pussy.”
“I…I’m a little scared,” I admitted in a small voice, even as my body arched into his touch.