Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Christ, she felt good.
Too good.
My breathing turned ragged. My vision danced with black spots.
I didn’t have the strength to survive this level of pleasure.
I’d longed for her for almost two months.
I’d slept opposite her in a dungeon and missed her while we were kept apart, but now she wasn’t just near me. I was inside her, and…
Why?
Why had Victor done this?
Why give me her as my reward?
He had to know it would patch all my broken pieces together.
I’d remember why I fought, why I didn’t shatter.
Her.
All of the pain was for her.
My head fell back as Ily rocked over me. Planting her hands on my chest, she moved in a timeless rhythm, fucking me, making love to me, driving me past death and into reincarnation.
My mind went blank.
My heart caught fire.
And I wanted so, so much to give in to her magic.
To only exist in this moment. This glorious, surprising, wonderful moment and be with her.
But I couldn’t stop my fear of what this meant.
Why?
Why give us this after taking so much away?
How badly were we falling into his trap?
Biting the gag between my teeth, I schooled my racing heartbeat. The hood over my face clung to my nose and mouth, making it hard to breathe. I trembled as she ran her fingertips over my bandages and up to my throat. Tipping forward a little, she clenched her core around me, yanking a guttural growl from my gagged lips.
Her hands suddenly vanished.
Sitting taller, she shifted as if she removed something. My forced erection swelled to full mast as I speared deeper inside her.
She winced as I hit the top of her.
I stopped breathing as another flush of wetness lubricated and joined us.
She clenched again, fisting me with her inner muscles.
My eyes snapped closed behind my hood as her heat increased to a burning inferno.
Fire.
Fire that’d ignited between us the moment our eyes first touched.
Fire that bound us as twin flames.
Fire, fire, cosmic transcendental fire that incinerated our mortality and allowed us to converse in a spiritual one.
I love you. I tried to project. I’m afraid of what this means. I wished I could see her. He’s up to something. I willed her to be prepared.
This wasn’t just sex.
Not just a reward.
There was a purpose.
A payment—
I grunted as Ily suddenly wrenched off my hood.
The black material sent static crackling through my longer hair before she tore the hood away and threw it onto the ground. It landed on a second one.
Had she been blinded too?
Had they forced her onto my cock without her knowing it was me?
Christ.
My heart broke for her.
My body bellowed to protect her, save her, shelter her.
But she sheltered me instead.
Kneeling on either side of my hips, she balanced on the cream sofa I’d been shackled to. Her eyes glowed gold, her skin bruised in some places, her weight far less than before.
Yet she was still so beautiful.
So perfect.
So mine.
I arched my hips, feeding her my length, showing her just how much I wanted her…even like this.
I didn’t look past her to the Masters watching.
I didn’t care we were the show.
It was just us.
Her and me.
And fuck, I needed that.
Needed her.
To stay strong. Stay fighting.
I fought the tether keeping my arms shackled above my head.
Her sapphire-black hair hung over her shoulders, longer than when we first met. Her silver negligée reminded me of the stars twinkling free in the night sky. The stars she said she flew amongst when she refused to watch Victor rape her.
Ily…
I bared my teeth, trying to chew through the gag.
Why didn’t she speak?
What’s wrong?
With a strained smile, she leaned forward and reached behind my head.
I shifted for her, my heart galloping as she undid my gag and tossed it onto the discarded hoods.
The moment my mouth was free, I went to speak—
She kissed me.
Her sweet lips crashed on mine. Her tongue slipped inside, and the world ended.
I returned her kiss.
I meant to kiss her back with devotion.
Instead, I lost myself and fed her violence.
I opened wide.
I licked her deeply.
I snarled as she matched me, heat for heat, pain for pain.
In a single heartbeat, an innocent kiss turned into biting, tongue-knotting passion, and I couldn’t stop.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, holding onto me as her hips rocked and mine surged upward.
We strained against each other.
We slipped into the primal rhythm of sex, but it was the kiss that blew my fucking mind.
Just like our first real kiss the night before Emerald Bruises, this one destroyed everything else.
All I tasted was her, smelled was her, felt was her.
I’d missed her.
Christ, I’d missed her.
Her tongue pushed against mine, and her gasp filled my mouth with that wonderful little whimper she always made when I pressed against her G-spot.
I knew her body as well as I knew my own.
I knew her soul because it was mine too.