Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Good.” Luna exhaled. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. It’s your power I siphoned to even do it,” I grumbled, irritated and embarrassed all at once.
“Then I’m thankful.” She eyed my mouth and then looked away, sighing in what I hoped was disappointment. “We should go.”
We were always leaving when I wanted to stay.
Always saying goodbye when I would burn the world for a longer hello.
Passing ships going in circles until one burned to the ground.
One day, I would hold her and not wake up covered in her blood.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Luna
I remembered fevered kisses, late nights, and early mornings with hay in my hair and marks from his mouth lining my neck.
If I’d wanted him before…
That had been a flicker of the raging inferno I had inside me right now. A burning desire that didn’t just want but needed to be consumed by him in a way that was almost painful with each breath.
We walked in silence, which was almost worse than if we were in lame conversation about the weather—only because the silence was filled with all the words I couldn’t say, words he couldn’t respond to.
With each step, it became harder and harder to think outside of how do I get this man naked?
I tripped over my own foot, nearly face-planting against the ground. Benjamin lightly touched me and quickly jerked away, wincing and hissing through his teeth when he must have seen yet another bruise on my body.
And it pissed me off.
It made me livid that he couldn’t even catch me if I fell, that he couldn’t wipe my tears away, kiss my forehead the way he used to. He couldn’t even hold my hand as we walked by the forest.
I stopped when I saw a flicker of something white. “Did you see that? In the tree line?”
He cleared his throat. “The forest isn’t the safest place for mortals—” He gave a quick shrug. “Or immortals so close to a full moon, Luna.”
“If we walk through there, will we see that care center?”
He glared. “We aren’t walking through the forest the week of a full moon when it’s just starting to get dark.”
“Maybe you aren’t.” I put my hands on my hips. “But I am—”
“Luna,” He was seething, and I liked it. I liked the rage and passion burning beneath his heated gaze, was almost sick for it. “So help me gods, I will tie you to a tree before I let you go into the forest by yourself!”
“But you can’t,” I teased as I continued walking toward the tree line. Adrenaline pumped through my system as I called over my head, “Because you can’t touch me.”
Okay, maybe I took it a little too far when I made a face.
He sprinted toward me, his expression one I would never forget.
I imagined it was like being hunted.
And I was almost embarrassed at how much I liked becoming his prey.
“Take one more step.” His voice was low, almost a purr, as he stood behind me, breathing with exertion. “I dare you.”
“You dare me?” I taunted, and then I took a step.
It happened fast.
One minute I was moving, and the next, I was pressed against the nearest tree as Ben ripped my shirt completely from my body.
Eyes wide and feral, he jerked open my jeans, and then his mouth was on mine, punishing it, bruising me, marking me over and over again as I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave in to the odd mixture of pleasure—of pain as the bark dug into my sensitive skin.
“You’re mine,” he growled against my mouth.
“Yours,” I agreed, reaching for the front of his trousers, pulling him closer, my fingers grazing his hot length, and then grabbing.
He let out a guttural moan, his teeth biting down on my lower lip. My jeans were suddenly shoved down, along with my thong. There was no warning, no foreplay, nothing but Benjamin Wells, a fairy god thrusting into me, filling me so deep that I swear I saw shooting stars fall from the sky.
“Keep going.” I clutched his shirt, trying to get closer even though we were as close as two people could be—it would never be enough. With each deep thrust, I lost more of myself, more of my soul to this man, remembering all the times he’d loved me, all the times he sacrificed for me, all the times he swore he’d die for me.
And all the times he made love to me.
Tears filled my eyes as he pulled almost completely out, only to slam into me again, the tree bark scratched against my back, but it was nothing compared to the solid feeling of him between my thighs.
He was pinning me against the tree, his mouth claiming mine, his hands tangled in my hair like he was afraid I was going to slip away—tears filled my eyes as my body exploded with pleasure—reminding me what it was always like with Ben.